To Train Or Not To Train...

His concern was reasonable. Rivin certainly didn’t want it causing an accident among her pack members, and heaven forbid if she lashed out at her best friend. The yearling had been paying attention to when those sensations occurred, and as she spoke, she could at least provide some clarity. “I don’t think it's random at all.” Rivin told him. “I don’t know if it is linked to just anger but that is the emotion I have experienced the most intensity with... and that was what sparked the last reaction. Losing my first raid fight against the Armada, and thinking about how dad verbally lashed at us last time. It frustrated me to no end. I just kept getting angrier and angrier, the feeling under my skin getting more intense and the whisper getting louder. Then there was blackness.” Rivin shook her head.

“I think the first step is going to try talking things out with my dad, if he’ll listen. Maybe I can even figure out more about this illness we have. Especially if it runs in our family. If it is the same, he might have more information than I have about it. Maybe even some way to combat against it so it doesn't happen so easily.” She wanted to get to the bottom of this and not drive herself into the ground. Wasn't a whole lot she could do if she was dead. “Unless you think I should hold off on talking to him? I'm frustrated with how he acted before, but he's still my dad. Still a Raider. I can't avoid him forever." But... she also wondered if interacting with her dad might cause that reaction again if it went poorly. Then what...? Would they fight? Her ears flicked back. She was frustrated with her dad, but he was still her dad. She'd rather them not ruin their relationship completely.

"Speech," 'Thought.'