Neela cocked her head as Lorenzo spoke, listening intently to his description of the brotherhood. A group of luperci, dedicate to protecting the pack and any who needed it. It sounded good, a noble goal, one that Neela could certainly dedicate herself to. Slowly the idea solidified itself inside Neela’s mind as she mulled it over; she wanted to join the brotherhood, dedicate herself to protecting the pack, to protecting her family.
There was a glint in her eyes as she turned back to Lorenzo, her earlier frustration driven away by happiness now that her directionless training had been turned into something with a goal. ”What ya say skill, exactly how good ya mean? I’m a fair hand at unarmed fighting, had quite a lot of training when I was young. Tis what I’ve been doing the past few days; shaking the rust off.” There was a hint of respect to Neela’s tone, engendered by her newfound understanding of what Lorenzo’s acceptance into the brotherhood actually meant coupled with a hint of determination. If her skills were enough she would get them recognised, if not then she would work and improve them until they were.
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