 It is easy to forget about laughter for Aithne. She is such a somber creature, prone more to the prosaic things of life and the more natural, needful things rather than the composer of words that some are. To some it may make her unfriendly though that is not quite true. Here she was after all teaching some strange wolf, who had desire to return to Iromar with her, how to fend off attackers. She could have easily found out what she needed and bailed on him. Yet Aithne could see potential in others sometimes and despite his rather meek beginnings Tristan could become a stronger wolf. One that learned to forgive himself and to stand up to those who meant to do him harm. But it might take quite a bit of courage and a whole lot of time to do so, she thinks wryly as she eyes him. He thrusts himself away from her with a look of unease and maybe beneath that veneer is annoyance. Either way she smiles blandly at him. At least he has learned not to be so trusting even of one who had taken it upon herself to help train him a bit. At least give him some pointers to think about in any upcoming scuffles he might land himself into. That would be a total accident, she thinks, as she is pretty sure Tristan would steer clear of any sort of situation such as that. When he scowls up at her she flattens her ears and flashes her fangs at him in a firm reminder that he had asked for her help, after all. "Fighting is not child's play, not something you or your sister did when you were pups Tristan! No matter how fast you scuffle out of the way or how clever you may think you are in a fight I can guarantee you that you will end up with some mark upon your hide. And the more you aim to avoid the fangs the more apt you will be to fall into a hold that will be your undoing. Does a scar on your hips really bother you so much compared to her jaws around your throat?" Yes, her words are a little harsh, her emerald eyes blazing at him, but she has to get her point across to him. He cannot bemoan little things or the small pain he would get compared to the mortal wound she would endeavor to give him. She sits suddenly, eying him dispassionately once more with a huff at his muttered words. "Nothing in life is easy. I'd have thought you'd have learned that by now." She arches one brow at him. Aithne, as friendly as she may be, had a tough streak to her at times. A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |