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She at least seems more open to conversation than some of the wolves I've run into since I came back to Moladian. I know that she's from Iromar and maybe some would look down on me talking to her and especially asking for help but I don't think she's a monster or that she's out to get me. I think she's a friendly wolf whose open to offering advice, even if it's the kind I don't understand. Sure, vengeance may be what Viora wants and I have no doubt that somehow she'll get it but I shudder at the thought of attacking that wolf out of cold blood just to get back at her for killing mom. Maybe there's something wrong with her mentally. Maybe she just snapped and I happened to be in the way or maybe she's just really sensitive about her scars. There must have been a reason for the attack. I can't just believe that she wanted to kill me for the fun of it. I don't think there's any reason for anyone to want my family dead. Mom had no ties to anyone but Glorall and dad was dead before we were even born so I don't know about any ties he had. Mom only talked good about him so I can only guess he was a good guy with very few to no enemies. She smiles and it throws me off guard for a minute since she's usually so stoic. My ears flicker but I feel no distrust toward her, only curiosity. I almost expect her to turn me down when I ask for help but she contemplates for a minute then tells me she has an empty spot. I smile, my tail wagging as she gets up and walks closer to me. My molten gold and ice blue eyes watch her curiously as she tells me I am built to fight. I scowl a little. I know I'm a little thick but I blame my dad for that. She tells me to use instinct and then she suddenly lunges at me out of nowhere, Viora style. My eyes widen and I duck her teeth, hearing them snap over my head as I spin back around to face her. My hackles are up a little, mostly in surprise, ears flat to my skull as I straighten up and stare at her in shock. "You...you didn't warn me!" I exclaim indignantly. My ears flicker, hoping I won't insult her or offend her so she doesn't want to help. I do want to learn, I just want to know my lesson's starting first. I furrow my brow and scowl a little in concern. "Shouldn't I need to know basics first like stance and such? I already know how to dodge, otherwise I never would have escaped childhood without major scarring." The thought makes my lips twitch because Viora was always hiding out somewhere, ready to pounce. I learned quick how to look for danger and jump out of the way. Tristan.male.5 years old.son of |