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She has a point and that's the only reason I'm willing to learn something I never planned on ever learning. I was never a believer when it comes to violence. There is always a way around it. There is always a way to talk instead of bite. Viora could never understand this. Aithne can, I think, but she alsol knows that some wolves can't be spoken to. The wolf who killed my mother, for instance. No amount of talking could have stopped her. She was set on violence and that was the only answer she was going to respond to. My mother understood that or she wouldn't have stepped in. Now I have to trust Aithne to teach me what I have refused to be taught my whole life. I have to learn to defend myself so that I will know my mother didn't die in vain. Aithne brings me back to the present by lunging at me. I jump back in time and turn on her with a surprise look then she surprises me again by laughing. I had actually begun to believe she doesn't know how to laugh. My ears flick back in shock, my tail lowering some. My lips twitch when she mentions my mother's killer. I slowly shake my head. No I don't expect her to and I know that. My eyes are filled with shame. I should know that. I don't like the image she paints in my head of someone dying. It was bad enough seeing my mom die. I flinch from her words. She steps closer and I back peddle, not liking the close proximity. When I mention stance, she starts spitting out commands and I try my best to keep up, moving my body in position with every sentence. Legs spread, check. Head tucked, check. I scowl and look up. "I'd rather not sacrifice any portions of my body. Isn't there a tip for that?" I listen carefully. I have to hurt someone to get away? I understand the logic of it but that means someone else's blood in my mouth, doesn't it? I don't like the sound of that. I wrinkle my nose at the thought. As she moves closer again, I hold my ground, though I swallow and tense, ready if she tries that surprise crap again. She nudges my leg and I jump a little but keep listening. Shred tendons? Take out knees? This sounds violent and bloody and messy as heck. How am I supposed to pull that off? I find myself muttering. "If only it was that easy." Tristan.male.5 years old.son of |