Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest of them all

Her father did not disappoint. A confirmation rolled off his tongue, bringing a satisfied grin to her face. It pleased her to please her father, and it pleased her even more to be able to call him her father. She knew power flowed through her veins, her and her sisters where meant to be great, and great they would be. Attention was given as her father asked a very specific question. The russet girl took her time answering. What did she want? It was a tough question for someone so young.

There was the obvious choice of learning the art of war, of becoming a great and powerful warrior. Or there was the path of being a medic, of becoming a valued member within the pack capable of curing you or killing you. No matter which path she chose, the girl wanted to learn to fight, to still be a great warrior, to be able to defend herself and her home. She would not be weak, it was not in her blood to be weak.

"I want to be a Medic, I want to learn to cure and kill. But I don't want to be defenseless or considered weak, I want to learn to be a warrior too." Not once did she skip a beat. This was path her life would take. Blue and silver eyes would meet her fathers bright gaze, tones unwavering as she spoke. There was no going back now, her fate had been sealed, her destiny chosen. But she was certain that she would be great at it.