Playing the Victim

She tilted her head, ears perking up and listening, taking in his words, thinking of answers for his questions. He would give the pack a chance, his smile causing her to smile. That was nice to know, she would have a real friend there now, someone who actually wanted to around her because they wanted not, not because they HAD to. Perhaps, he could go with her on trips where she needed to collect herbs, not many of her packmates liked going with her on those, it just wasn't exciting enough for them. That was okay though, she understood. If she had been larger and knew how to hunt and fight well, she wouldn't go out on herb runs. Which got her thinking, grey eyes ran over his body, taking in the scars and shape he was in. Would Bronze become a fighter or hunter, maybe a healer if those two were too much on his aging body?

He asked a question, had she been asked that question and give an accurate answer. She thought about this, had she ever been asked that and answered it accurately? She had been leaving for four years now, as a child she had been asked many things but never answered half of them. Just little things siblings would ask, older wolves would ask of her, her mother would ask. Then the questions had stopped, now it was orders that constantly barked or snarled at her. Being called names because she was small and weak. Loccian shook her head, wanting to get rid of those memories. Now was not the time to think of them, she had tried getting rid of them and definitely didn't want them showing up after she was just having a good time with Bronze. It brought her back to his question he had asked, and her answer was no. She was never asked that, at least, from what she could remember.

He asked her to give him some specific questions to answer, a nod coming from her. Of course, how could Bronze answer such a broad question. She cleared her throat, watching him as she tried to think of some questions to ask. What should she ask him. The shewolf's tail waved behind her, head turning to the side slightly in thought. A few seconds passed by until she finally turned to him with a smile, inching forward a little, closer to him. Do you have a family? It was a simple question to start with she thought was a good one, if he had family around then she would keep it in mind, watch out for them if they ever were to cross into Seracia without permission. Make sure they wouldn't plot anything that would bring harm.