Jamie deflates the moment Ollie looks at her like that, all sympathy and gentle reproach. she knows that look, already has extensive experience with it despite her young age. her shoulders droop, a scowl forming between her lowered brows. “oh.” a frustrated cry works it’s way up her throat, but she swallows it back down. it’s not Ollie’s fault, after all. it’s not anyone’s fault, though she’d have rather liked someone to blame in this moment. for a moment, she sits in sullen silence, stewing in her own misery. she feels as though she’s drowning, submerged in a sea of helplessness. how can she ever serve her family, her pack, when she’s so weak? but Ollie’s mention of fighting polar bears brings a spark of hope back into that dual-coloured gaze.
“then…could you teach me?” asks the girl, fixing her uncle with big pleading eyes. “i wanna be a fighter just like you! i wanna know all the moves you do and take down big scary predators all by myself!”
