Tuari always had been stubborn and strong. Without that she never would have made it as far as she did. For a while before Dexter had returned she had almost given up on her life here and her home, but fate seemed to have other plans for her when they returned Dexter to Taviora. Now she was here, she couldn’t be happier that she hung in there and clung to her family and home rather than following after her soul. She had more than just Levi’s soul now. Inside of her she had several others that would be dependant on her for several years if not the rest of her life. She felt more full than she ever had even with Levi and while she missed the connection and bond that imprinting had given her she also couldn’t deny anymore that the broken feeling had left a large scar that she simply couldn’t repair unless he were to return. It had been several years though and all hope of him coming back had been lost and even then she knew the feelings she had now were set and wouldn’t change regardless.

Though it was her traits though that made her good at what she did. Being a hunter required a huge balance of a lot of different traits. Patience, stubbornness, strength though she felt all these things also would give her an edge when it came time for her and Dexter’s children to be brought into the world. She liked her trophies though, she tried to collect one here and there from all the large hunts that had been successful and that she had been involved in. Antler’s and tusks were about too, prizes from battles well won since she was no conventional warrior. She was proud of her trade though, it was arguably more important than healing since everyone needed to eat after all and not always did everyone need a healer.

However what she certainly didn’t like him telling her she couldn’t go. She gave him a combination of a playful, mopey, almost bratty look as he said it wasn’t a good idea, swollen paws or not she thought she could handle some lumbering turkey! Even if Dexter did most the work. She moved back towards him giving him a playful, though rough bump and her eyes narrowing as she looked over him suspiciously. She knew she had the pups to worry about, she knew that far more than he seemed to understand. These pups would be hers no matter what happened between them, she would love them forever, to risk their health would destroy her, it was why lately she had been avoiding much of the larger game she felt truly could hurt her and thus them. Turkey sounded so good though as did deer. Her mouth watered at the thought of any food at all, but she wasn’t about to get all hungry-angry on Dexter. She was better than that.

She shook her head nudging, head-butting, pawing and otherwise generally herding him off ahead of her all of it quite playfully. If it made him feel better she would do the ‘easier’ side while he killed it, but she wasn’t about to be left out completely. Though he probably should have expected it of her. After all how was a turkey gonna dig spurs into her stomach less she rolled over for it? It was pretty safe! Right?