Really? ... Well, okay.
10-05-2013, 01:48 AM
So her mentor was Themisto. She frowned as her small, pale gray paws carried her through the territory, not far from the den that she and her siblings called home. She sighed and slowed to a halt, hitting a pebble out of her path with a swat of her paw. But he was a healer. Did that mean she was going to have to be a healer too? But she wanted to fight! She wanted to be big and strong like her dad! She huffed disappointedly and her ears drooped back against her head. What was so fun about picking plants and being around sick, hurt wolves all the time? But what else would she do? She asked herself this as she continued on, looking for her new mentor. She was so tiny... Even compared to her siblings she felt really small. How could she fight when she was so thin and small? Ugh, nothing was going right. Her bright green gaze scoured the Seracian territory for her tutor. Might as well get this over with. Speech |
