Sinclair noticed the distance she was keeping – not awkwardly. It just felt like she was keeping the conversation in a professional aura. He didn’t mind. It made things a bit easier on him as well, for he functioned better in that type of environment as well. Business and no cuddly stuff. He’d warmed up to Cersei’s bright playfulness, but in the beginning it had been strange to him. Even after meeting her though, he still found it hard to be outgoing and playful when he first met another wolf. He guarded his “vulnerable” side naturally, and he was working on at least thinning the walls that separated him from his pack. They were supposed to be trust worthy, after all, and he wanted to believe he could trust them with his values.
However… there was one wolf he was unwilling to trust. Viora… Sinclair scowled in his mind at the name. Though he kept the expression from his features, his eyes dulled slightly and didn’t hide the fact that he had a lowly opinion of her. He’d heard a bit about her. She was fiery and perhaps would be an asset to the pack one day, but she was a bully. Sinclair hadn’t made the effort to meet her for this reason, and figured their paths would simply cross one day. He hoped not very soon. If he did meet her, she probably would like him either. He wouldn’t part take in her foolish endeavors. Anyone would attacked a princess (even for “fun”) hit a zero on his list. It still made his fur prickle that he wasn’t around to defend Cersei when Viora and her pet pushed her around. All of this went against his code, though. He hadn’t gotten to know her at all yet, so he shouldn’t be judging her so cruely. Surely there was a reason why she acted the way she did… however petty the reason may seem to him.
His thoughts left him quickly, though, when he realized he might be able to help Maradona out some. “If you’d like, I could help you find her. Or, if you think it’d be acceptable, I’d be glad to spar with you instead? Unless… Are you supposed to find her on your own to prove your tracking skills?” He asked her. He hadn’t heard Maradona’s particular task, so maybe he’d be intruding by helping. Sinclair supposed he’d find out when the black princess – oops! – Maradona answered him. He found himself a bit hopeful that she’d want to spar with him. Cersei as a sparring partner was great, but he needed more peers to practice with! With fighting, practice was by far the most important thing a warrior could do, for it was the only way to build experience and condition the muscle memory. |