will I really learn

Vesper jumped at the sound of a voice. She hadn’t heard the hunters approach, as silent as his paws were on the stone. She turned to him, having connected the voice to a face before she actually saw him. Still, she couldn’t help the hint of guilt on her features. No matter that Oleander said that slaves must learn self defence, she still expected to get into trouble at any moment. He had slo never explicitly told her her training could start or who would be doing it.

Perhaps it wasn’t terribly kind of her that she was going to drag Wilder down with her. But seeing him there, she couldn’t help the idea that was crafting. “I was told all wolves of the Armada must learn self defence. So, where's my training?” she asked, lifting her head high. Would he drag her back to the healers den over his shoulder?

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