It’s funny, sometimes Haziel wonders how many wolves would want to be in his position, that being, being the son of alphas and grandson to one of the most renown wolves of all Moladion. He never heard many good stories of Heyel, and the interactions they had were sparse and filled with words that left nothing but a bad taste within the black and crimson wolf’s mouth. Heyel thought he was weak and needed put out. How was he supposed to take that? All it instilled in Haziel was a drive to prove he could do better, it was what drove him to seek out the mostly black female that was now approaching him. He could smell her; barely hear her, likely from years of training from the ‘Assassin King’ himself. He hoped she understood his wish and hoped even more that she would accept the challenge of training him and giving him the chance to learn. He knew he could do it. He learned to hunt on his own, learned to survive. He didn’t need anyone or rely on anyone, if he could do that why couldn’t he be an assassin too?

That sigh, he knew it well, though it was usually directed at the idea of him being blind not his family. He wasn’t certain what she was sighing about exactly, he didn’t know Malina was pretty much a daughter to Heyel and knew the vicious pressures put on his family. There was a problem with her thoughts; they expected nothing out of him because he was blind. The opposite of her supposed problem. They didn’t expect him to be anything, do anything but leech and he couldn’t bring himself to do that ever. Though he had suffered under it indeed. Though her words were surprising, how she finished it at least.

”Aunt Ava I assume. It doesn’t surprise me, but no, I didn’t know that.” Haziel said no surprise in his voice it was all pretty neutral and flat though Malina seemed very amused by the prospect. He didn’t understand why, but many of the strange personality complexes of the assassins he doubted he would ever understand. They were strange sometimes, but still Malina didn’t seem to be bothered thus far with him, and she was certainly easier to talk to about this than any of the other assassins in Diveen likely would have been. He heard her rock back and sit and after she had he had too but he noticed how loudly she had done it and if he would have known the action of rolling eyes he might have done so before she asked about why he had come to distract him.

Neatly rapping his black tail around his paws he didn’t have to wait to answer. ”To prove myself further. I already proved to my parents I can be useful when I learned healing from Meryl as a child, by taking the rank of head healer of Asteraia and saving a female from dying in childbirth. They understand now, but there will be one I must prove beyond all else, and I think that will only come by learning the skill he would think I am unworthy of teaching. I will prove Heyel wrong.” Haziel says firmly, ”Them all wrong.” He paused doing his best to have blue and gold eyes that were so similar to his father set upon her face, ”Would you take the challenge to teach me?”

It wouldn’t be easy, he knew that, Meryl took the challenge and taught him a lot with smell and touch alone. Those were herbs though, stationary things that would never move, but still he managed to teach Haziel the finer points as well. Time would tell though would Malina have the resolve and will to teach a student he knew Heyel would likely never take?