Rivin had doubts that the leadership of the Raiders had noticed, but that was okay. She was getting stronger, learning more and more, and she had managed to maim her first opponent with the help of Lark… or at least she was pretty sure they had! The wound had looked bad. So even though she had gotten scarred in her second fight, she could wear those scars proudly. And, someday, the whole world would know her name as a raider. But hearing that from Jack brought a different feeling, her heart fluttering and her cheeks burning beneath her fur. The compliment from him means the world to the femme. Her closest friend appreciated her efforts. His appreciation was all she needed to push onward.
At his suggestion of them training together, her embarrassment shifted into a cocky and playful grin. “Sure we can, if you think you can keep up~” Her words are light and playful. But that would be an effort for later, sometimes after this wonderful, sunny day. The water at her paws laps at her paws as Rivin walks with more confidence than the day they first met. The water reminds her of the patchwork calico, and Rivin is happy to make her way to where she can swim. Once she is deep enough, the red-streaked femme surges forward, calling back out to him. “I said I’m better, not as good as you!” Laughter spills from her maw. She needs this.
Into the depths, she swims, out to where there is less resistance from the waves that threaten to take her back to the shore. Seeing a wave rush toward her, Rivin pushes up and rides to the top of the water with a giggle. Then she casts her attention back to Jack, or at least tries to. The wolf might as well have been part fish because he is beneath the surface, and Rivin looks around as she paddles, hoping to catch him before he pops up and surprises her.
"Speech," 'Thought.'