that thieving bastard

She had a couple truths to admit. She settled down beside Vanta, as comfortable with the other woman as if Birar and Art themselves had vouched for her. She knew blood didn't always follow the same ideals, but it was clear that Vanta had a lot in common with her dear friends. She rested her head on her paw, and looked over at Vanta. The other wolf's crystals shimmered in the firelight like armour. “I still have a lot to learn when it comes to fighting.” She admitted softly. She'd struggled with Briar's lessons, but perhaps facing her mother had given her the confidence she needed. 


Vantas words had her grinning, and she reached out a paw to pat the silver and blue wolf. “I promise, you're safe from me tonight.” She teased. She left her paw near Vanta, and closed her eyes. Her voice was soft when she asked. “Where will we go tomorrow?” She was tied to Vanta now. Vanta, and her crusade.