She knew she needed this more than anything, but it didn’t stop her from being really anxious about it. Tithe didn’t have to do this, but the fact he was anyway was enough to speak boones for his personality. If she couldn’t defend herself, she couldn’t protect their home. She would get hurt for no reason or always have to rely on her members to protect her. She didn’t want to have to do that. Hyrule had said that his mother was small, she was an assassin and when he was young she had killed a wolfess who went mad and attacked her and her sister. While Zelda never met Nevaeh, she was told she was a small wolfess, smaller than Zelda even. It wasn’t like it wasn’t in her genes. Her grandparents on both sides had been alphas, her Grandmother owned a pack before coming to Moladion, then her mother and father were still both fighters. It was in her blood to be able to do this, she just didn’t yet have the guidance, something that she was getting now.

She watched as Tithe began circling her as she sat on her sunbathing rock, it felt weird, but she thought she knew what he was doing. He told her to avoid a fight if she could, but even she knew that wasn’t always going to be able to happen. She knew wolves could and would attack for no reason and she very much doubted if a challenger came to Taviora that she would be able to talk her way out of it. Try not to attack first, not show her strength if she could help it. That perhaps was a little more helpful, it was also the way her grandfather fought. Wait for them to come to you, counter-attack, was more his way of fighting. He wasn’t overly aggressive, nor was she, that philosophy seemed to fit her as well. Attack as long as they do, otherwise try to keep away. She didn’t exactly want to hurt anyone either, but unlike her grandfather she did know it was very likely a necessary evil she someday would have to face.

He continued on saying she was built for speed, something she already knew, something she couldn’t be taught by anyone in her family. All of her remaining family, mother included, were all more strongly built, thick and powerful. She got her litheness from her father who, regrettably wasn’t ever around to teach her. She wasn’t sure if he even would have. Hyrule she thought wanted to keep her safe and sound from ever needing too and he probably would have been the best teacher she had for the time. He mentioned someone else, someone who could teach her too, but Zelda hadn’t thought of finding the stranger. She had the silver knight now though. She listened to him silently a knot still built up in her chest.

He poised himself as if he was preparing to fight her. Giving a nervous swallow she stepped down from her rock and lined herself up before him. She did know this much, lowering her head slightly, her ears instantly pressed tight against her head, something her grandfather, uncle and mother always seemed to do when met with conflict. He was saying much what she had heard from her Grandfather, don’t waste energy. Though suddenly the silver wolf was moving and she felt her paws move quickly without much guidance of her mind. Sidestepping and digging her front paw in the ground so that she pivoted to face him again, though still not wanting to strike him back. She didn’t have the confidence in herself to try to attack, dodging was about all her natural given instinct was showing her right now, that and her nature. It was something she would have to work through, get over in time, but at the moment she needed to go one step at a time.