don't say it

Hikaru's soft words and bashful look won Asla over. She was going to like this one. He was sweet in an unassuming kind of way. The girl liked that he wasn't trying to be sweet. He simply was. Asla couldn't stand people who tried to be a certain way all the time. Putting on airs, if you will. Annoying. Hika was not that. "Well, Hika," she automatically shortened his name. "This is the Armada. In the Armada, we fight." Though her words were aggressive, her striped tail swished back and forth behind her in a good natured manner. The Armada was all about being strong in one way or another.

As the pair worked together to stuff the new hide on its skeleton of sticks, Asla listened to Hikaru speak. He believed that he found his place here, eh? "Well, as long as you focus on your skills and pull your weight, we're glad to have you here. You want to be a fighter, eh?" She motioned to the dummy with a thrust of her dusty brown nose. "I can help you there. I'm alright at fighting." She flashed her teeth in a grin. The small young woman was definitely more than alright, but she didn't want to scare the pale boy. "The Fatalis are bred for battle. All four of my siblings and I excel at fighting. Azure might not have time and Indigo is... elsewhere," she didn't want to think about that part, "But Mortis and I can help train you. He's always willing to help out packmates."