Angel of Mercy (LILLIE)

Calypsei listened to the woman’s words carefully, a hint of amusement in the back of her mind though the yearling kept her expression stoical, a bit of a forced smile on her maw. It was a petty reason to get in a fight that ended with such damage, but she supposed there were two parties to fault for that, not just Lillianna. “It appears you need more fight training, then.” She offered bluntly, which she convinced herself came from hanging out with Lark too much. Calypsei enjoyed protecting the pack, and fighting was fun, but she knew better to get into anything serious without a very good reason. In fact, she swore she wouldn’t fight unless it was for a good reason, training spars set aside in their own special category, because of what had happened with Aquarius back when she was just a pup. It had left a bad taste in her mouth for a good reason.