Yara's ears perked up at the mention of training. Though she was disappointed that navigation wasn't on the table yet, she understood the importance of becoming proficient in combat. It was a critical skill, not just for her survival here, but for her eventual escape and journey to find Eirik.
She followed Basilisk into the training ring, the black sand shifting beneath her paws. She kept her gaze focused, her mind already shifting into a strategic mode. "I have some experience in defending myself," she replied, her voice steady. "I've had to fight off threats in the past, but I know there's much I still need to learn."
The fire within her burned brighter as she took her place in the ring. This was her opportunity to prove herself, to become stronger and more capable. She met Basilisk's gaze, determination shining in her eyes. "I'm ready to learn, Warlord," she said, her tone resolute.
