He actually took my advise? I couldn't believe my ears. I mean, EVERYONE should take my advice, but they are usually all too stupid to do so. I can't help it if I am a genius and a beauty, and that others are just...so jealous that they refuse to face the truth of their situation. But Nord, he is a boy that I can work with. I must admit, it is probably...difficult to get rid of a stutter. I mean, his family tortured him into it or something, and I have come to realize that there is a harshness to some families that are simply not as glorious as my own.

I lifted my own nose up in pride as he said he started standing up straighter as well. How you hold yourself is very important, as it is how others see you, and I am glad the boy finally realized that. I gave a nod at his added confidence, but I a, not...completely convinced. My eyes are not ones to scurry away at contact. In fact, I tend to be rather direct with my eye contact. I hold them on him, and he still flutters away. Well, I guess I can't expect perfection from everyone. That would just be too good, wouldn't it?

I do find the fur on my back lifting on edge as he gives me credit and thanks me. In fact, I find my lips puckering into a sort of offended smirk. I guess I am just not used to being thanked, most other wolves cannot handle me and my perfection so smoothly as Nord can. I give a nod, allowing my fur to settle upon my back once more.

"Well, you actually listened, the Angels know that I TRY to help and everyone just gets all...pissy," I comment, looking now upon my paws as I extend my front left leg out of the water, admiring it as I examine it for any imperfections that may need to be manually cleansed with my tongue. I find it rather good looking though, and I know I radiate elegance as my slender muzzle looks upon my own frame.

"Tell me, Nord, what have you been doing other than standing up straight and not stuttering? If that is all you have been doing, than you have...problems," I ask, putting my paw down back into the water as I begin to observe my other paw, my muzzle leaning down to bite gently on a spot that displeases me.