Petra had no idea really who Arace was. She heard the name, was told to report to her cousin, so she would, but beyond that Petra just knew she was gonna be her teacher for learning to be an Assassin. She hadn’t breathed a word of it to her mother or father, probably partly why she didn’t exactly know who she was or what to expect. Surely her parents would have otherwise would have hated for her to be around the known killer, especially with her wanting to learn the tips and tricks to get the drop in on someone. However, Petra would have felt demeaned a bit if she would have known that her soon to be teacher was angry and upset about having to train them. Child she was, Petra didn’t take learning lightly. As she matured she started getting more patience for things like hunting and tracking from her mother and now she was trying to keep going to something larger.

Of course, her family’s values did not condone the act of unnecessary violence, and she didn’t exactly want to go out there and just take contracts like the female wolfess now moving her way. No, her idea was more she would take out those that could potentially harm her forest home, her family, or wanted to. Not unfoundedly though, but she might not be as soft as her cousin Zelda was. Time would tell though how deep that would sink, for now actually doing something like that seemed awful, but she would learn to protect herself and her home.

From her vantage point she did spot the wolfess. She wasn’t entirely sure if that was Arace, but the wolfess was limping slightly, so at first she dismissed the wolfess as being the right one. She seemed to be following Petra’s trail though, and the girl was curious as finally she stopped at her tree she was up in. Slowly the wolfess seemed to have dawned that her scent had gone up the tree and Petra watched her, blinking curiously watching as the wolfess attempted to mitigate the pain her paws by shifted her weight off her front paws, asking if she can get out of the tree now. She seemed amused, but Petra knew now not ALL wolves climbed trees like her family, it was something that they did, and she had learned not everyone could do. She wasn’t that high off the ground, but she was certainly high enough that the wolfess even if standing on her back legs couldn’t reach her.

”Of course! I haven’t gotten stuck in a tree in ages!” She said happily, grinning widly at the wolfess, but then she noticed that the wolfess wasn’t alone. The boy she had met and brought to her mother was here too! Though he didn’t seem to miss a beat either… She watched as the tan boy walked right up to the tree, lifed his leg, and began marking it. ”OH! So is this our new tree to meet at!” She said staring down at him happy she was not as close this time as she was the last, but she also poked fun at him as well. Not also forgetting that he certainly DID NOT want to meet up with her at the other tree.

Slowly the girl started her descent. Carefully going down each branch and stepping on them. She was far from being as fast as her mother, but she eased herself until she was about half way before jumping out rolling in the leaves and dirt on her landing a little. She was far from perfect, but she was certainly capable to a degree. ”Who are you Miss? I'm Petra!” She could see the scars on her face, but nothing about the woman’s appearance was particularly daunting, after all her grandfather had a load of scars on his face and he was the nicest wolf on Moladion.