We Are Divines, The Apples In Their Eyes.

Anzhelika would rise when the pale and obsidian woman would speak, the woman asking the ivory Queen what her goals were. "My goals? Well, I didn't have much before I joined, but now I am willing to risk anything to protect this pack. I will push myself to be anything I can for the pack until I fall apart. I haven't really ever had much of a family, and I'm proud to say the least that this is my home. As for weakness in skills- perhaps fighting, and being. . . Productive and effective in battle. I've only done a few spars here and there, so increasing my knowledge in fighting wouldn't hurt." She would say in all honesty and then pause before flicking her pale ears around. She would want the pale lady to hunt for something, on her own. She wasn't entirely sure what, though, so she would watch Venus as she would continue speaking. The obsidian and pale woman would want Anzhelika to prove the Ivory Queen was worthy of standing in her presence. Ha. Anzhelika should be standing over the bitch and telling her otherwise. Yet, of course Anzhelika would keep her thoughts to herself, a soft smile on her ebony lips as her eyebrows rose in question. "What may I hunt for you today, my Queen?" She would take a deep breath and look into her rose and sapphire eyes, awaiting for her to wish upon Anzhelika to fetch her prize.