Cast down thunder

Delphi contemplates again when Kiela admits that she doesn't know much. No one did really. It was a shame. She figured the Vikings would at least have some knowledge on how to harm their enemies without being noticed. Then again, knowing Vidarr, she could see why they didn't. Brash and reckless wolves they were. Amusing really when Delphi thought about it.

The pup was going to continue finishing her... ointment? Salve? A pulpy mixture is really what it was when Kiela asked her who she intended to poison. Bringing her clean paw up to her chin, she taps it a few times in thought. "No one really. Just nice to have options," she gives her shoulders a shrug as she turns her gaze from her bowl up to Kiela. "Not a big weapons-type of girl, I guess." In truth, Delphi had not thought much of what type of wolf she would be. At one point, she had wanted to hunt, but the thrill of hunting wasn't as... exciting as getting into fights. Because at least with another wolf, it was a challenge rather than hunting down prey that simply ran instead of fighting.

"Do you fight?" Delphi asks plainly, blinking her big eyes up at Kiela.