My First

She padded quietly away from the congregation, aware of her sparring partner follow behind her. The spotted boy would ask a question and Freya hesitated briefly, her head tilting to the side. "In all honesty?" She began picking up her pace again, seeking to put as much space between them and the silver queen. "I’m not sure… I’m a healer, not a fighter. The idea of seeing any wolf in pain is not one I enjoy all that much." Then she stopped, casting a gaze around her to assure no wolves more loyal to the Arcanum queen were in ear shot. "Which is why I asked my brother to be gentle with that woman. He may be eager to prove himself but he’s a kind wolf. I’d rather she get a few scratches from him then whatever sadistic punishment our alpha would dole out."

The golden girl sighed and turned around to face him. "I suppose there are tactical advantages to both being first and being the one to react. So I’m alright with you going first if you want."