Made to run for our lives

Acantha was already enjoying the thought of this Armada that Aslatiel described. Fighting for her own was all she had ever really known, though in more recent memory she had mostly been forced to fight for herself. It would be good to get back to what she was good at, what she was born for. To have a purpose for her fighting and training, something to guard and protect, was all she really wanted out of her life. As if reading her mind, Aslatiel mentioned how they should get going when she was ready and then went on to offer her the position of her personal guard.

Surprise colored Acantha's expression, a grin pulling across her lips. A pack to join, a purpose to be had, and a noted place beside Aslatiel? Fate was being particularly kind to her today. It was about time it start repaying her for all of the torment she had been put through she supposed. She chuckled softly as she finished rising to her paws, lowering her head in a small bow to the lovely woman who would now be her charge. "Say no more, Aslatiel. I'd be honored." As she lifted her head she added with a protective gleam in her aqua eyes, "No one will get to you that you don't want there. I assure you." She grinned again and then went to walk out of the pool she had been soaking in, pausing at the edge beside Aslatiel to gently tap her nose on the top of the Reaper's head as if to say she was hers now.

"Shall we go then?" she asked with a grin, letting the rest of the water drip away from her body. It didn't slip past her that Aslatiel's eyes were even more lovely up close and she gave the smaller woman an interested glance before focusing on the trail ahead of them, walking toward the pack she had scented out earlier in the day. Her new pack - as long as her father agreed.

Acantha Elpis Stavros