Unspoken Love

He nodded in acknowledgment, listening to what she had to say. Bronze knew what daffodils were and he'd heard of lavender, though he was much less sure that he could accurately identify it, let alone what it was useful for. He made a mental note to maybe, someday, learn some basics - perhaps it'd prove useful. Though then again he knew the Armada was somewhat rigidly structured in a way that made it clear they had their bases covered. There were plenty of wolves to fight, to heal, to train and to learn. There was no real need for a jack-of-all-trades in such a setup.

"Well enough," he explained, though he couldn't keep from letting a slight grin sneak over his normally stoic features. "Believe it or not, I won our first practice fight." He wasn't gloating but he was proud, and he wanted to share that with her. He knew it hadn't been the same as the sort of fight that might happen in a raid, or some kind of critical battle, but he knew Sirius hadn't let him win and that was enough for Bronze to feel proud of what he'd achieved.