Her father's concerns were far from unfounded. Warja had taken up exploring the mountainside by herself, even going so far as to venture into other territories. It was unlikely that he was going to show her anything new today, but she relished the adventure anyway. The young wolf was sure her parents were aware of her travels, but she doubted they knew the extent and wasn't going to give up that information voluntarily. It would only worry them.
Yawning, Warja banished sleep with a deep breath and slowly got to her paws. She stretched her paws out in front of her, bending down in a cat-like pose before reversing the action and stretching out her back legs. Once she was thoroughly stretched out the young wolf padded towards her father and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "I'm ready."
Something had been weighing on her mind a lot lately. Reuniting with Kismet had been wonderful, but learning of his captivity had not. That, combined with her natural inclination to protect, had sparked a desire to better herself. She'd "fought" plenty with her siblings, but it was now time to learn about the real thing. At the very least she wanted to be able to defend herself, but if it were within her ability, Warja wanted to master the art and extend its protective benefits to others. Already she was unsatisfied with sitting by and doing nothing; Kismet's refusal of her help bothered her to no end. "Daddy?" Even though she was perhaps too old for it now, the term of endearment was still heavily preferred by Warja. "Do you think, maybe, I'm old enough to learn how to fight?" She believed herself to be more than ready, but that was another matter entirely.
