 Tristan is not a weak wolf. Not in some senses, for he is smart enough to know his own limits. Limits that would certainly get him killed if he tried to attack some rabid wolf without any training. There is something to be said of one who knows their boundaries, but even more of one who would push and stretch those boundaries until they were broader. She does not speak her words to shame him. They are the simple truth. If some wolf had it out for his family - a large assumption - then Tristan would be better off learning how to protect himself. Maybe Aithne has some soft spot in her heart for those with issues. She certainly has an easy time finding and attracting the ones that do, but she finds a kindness towards him. No, she does not show her emotion on her sleeve, but that is because she has trained herself well. Not to mention she was only learning how to feel other emotions besides a fierce fight to live. He scowls and she smiles in turn, chuckling slightly at his change from somber and tearful to more annoyed at the idea. So now more of his family comes out, a sister that hates him, a mother that was murdered. It is curious, his family. A curious tragedy. Aithne studies him as he looks back up at her and asks for her help. Brave boy asking for help from an Iromar wolf, she thinks, but she is clearly not like the stereotype so she stands with a friendly sort of smile. It wouldn't do for a boy whom she had taken a liking to, in a friendly manner, to up and die by some attack if she could help it. She eyes him critically now, noting the way his body is thick and his shoulders broad. Tristan has the build of a fighter now all he needs are the skills and confidence to go along with it. "It seems I have an empty spot now." Aithne's lips quirk up again as she steps forward, skirting around him in a circle, weighing and judging. "You are built to fight, you just need to learn the way to do it. Use your instinct." Aithne is parallel him now on his left side and she jolts forward now, aiming her teeth at the scruff of his neck, though her attack will be a mere pinch to show him where she would hit if she could. It is all about getting Tristan to pay attention to his opponents movements, the minute shifts and thrusts and intentions. Now it was up to him if she made her mark and how he would react. A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |