So I had to find someone to teach to fight. Well that was easy. Then again I fought Halcyon before, he knew how good I was at fighting even though I was a kid. Why wouldn’t I be good? My mom and dad were both esteemed fighters for Iromar way back when it was just a natural talent, but if that’s what I needed to do why was I out here? The forests of Enocra felt good compared to the open fields, but also a bit too enclosed for me. My eye was damaged from Hal during that fight over a year ago now, but I was still getting used to it, the blurry vision, the change in depth perception. I guess I should be happy I can see out of it at all even if that was barely. I shake my head a little frustrated. Never had I let my confidence in myself, my abilities falter. I still felt I could handle anyone who dared take a swing at me and I would do my best to serve Aster and Lazarus to the very end.

So why was I here? Learning of course. I was getting used to myself more and more, the trees felt like they were so close but so far as I moved around them, my bad left eye closed while my right open and guiding me through the forest. I would get used to it. I kept telling myself that knowing after dealing with it for so long I would be fine. I didn’t need anyone to help me to figure that one out, I tried to use my nose and my ears a little more. Sniffing here and there to tell me if anyone was close, letting my ears twitch so that I could take the sound in. That was when I did smell something. I felt my spine tingle trying to figure out why it did that. I didn’t know that smell, did it?

Curious I allow my black paws to carry me off towards it’s source, not caring if I drew attention to myself as I walked on the leafy forest floor, I heard the birds silence in my approach. I am a large female, but coming from the angels and my mother, who was far from dainty herself, it wasn’t a surprise that I was so… hulking. It was only thanks to my father, ironically, that I had any look of ‘girl’ in me at all. Not that I cared about appearances. After all Laz was built like a twig ready to snap at any time at the slightest breeze and he was a good wolf, and that was more what was impressive once he got over all his crippling fears.

Despite that though I do finally come upon whose scent I had caught, my bright green and orange eye locked on her as she was sniffing the ground at the top of the hills wondering what she was looking for. ”Hey you!” I call unashamedly not polite. I wasn’t rude either but really formality wastes so much time with strangers. I liked to be direct as I could figure out what was going on and act on it as I needed too. I move up to her, my form neutral and as not menacing as I could make one of my size and stature be, though still there is a confidence in my stride I could never hide, it simply was how I was.

”You lookin’ for something? You need any help?” Her scent still hits me in a way that is familiar though I am far from putting my paw on it. I had no idea of her lineage, though I had to admit she looked a bit familiar too. Who was she? I wasn’t gonna pry just yet, wanted to see who she was, what she wanted and hoped she wouldn’t try to hide whatever it was. After all I wasn’t gonna do anything bad to her so long as she didn’t do anything bad to me, and she was so small like Laz i could only hope I didn’t scare her into falling over like a stranger approaching Lazarus would have. Only time would tell I suppose, but I’d do my very best to uphold my own little bouts of personal honor while I was out and about encountering complete strangers.