Bullshit.

Well, wasn’t this a friggen drag. Not only was she expected to live in this old man’s packlands, but now she had to train with his son? How lame. The man who was only a few years older than herself seemed to materialize out of nowhere- catching her off guard, just as she was emerging from her new den. He growled at her, and she growled back- challenging him with her defiance, glaring daggers at him with her amethyst eyes. Get my shit together? Really? She mocked him internally, scoffing and rolling her eyes. If it wasn’t for her stubborn nature, she might have ignored him- but Nimue wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. This guy wanted to fight? To train? Bring it on.

Following him to a makeshift training area, Nimue was admittedly surprised by the intricate details. They even had straw-stuffed dummies and wooden weapons- she’d never seen stuff like this before. When he spoke, she ignored him at first- taking in the scenery, noting each detail, before whipping around to face him. Damn he was huge- just like his dad. "Don’t have all day?” She mocked, raising a brow at him. “Like you’ve got something better to do! Bet you don't even have a girlfriend!” She says through a growl, taunting him forward- wanting him to initiate whatever this training was supposed to be.

”Speech”