I'm such a stupid slow ditz, I forgot what even the purpose of this thread was. xD But I suppose we can wing it, if you don't feel like punching me. *hugs the 'yote girls*
Subtly mismatched eyes fell to the bronze grass then rose to gaze helplessly at her. She wanted to take the girl in her arms and steal her away someplace secret and safe, her and Wraith and Nathaniel and Myrika and Helotes, if she could convince him to seek safety. Perhaps the pair of them could stand as guardians before this magical place—but her thoughts were folly. There was no such thing as a spell to whisk those she cared about away. All she could do was reconnoiter until she found the weakness in the enemy, and then she would kill them. She couldn’t bear to see more of her clan mates harmed.
Her righteous seething faded away when the blonde young woman spoke up finally. She stepped back then, and it was the Optio’s turn to look helpless as Emmanuelle crossed her arms across her wounded chest and asked her dejectedly what she should have done.
Vesper just shook her head for a moment, remembering the day she’d brought the younger coywolf into the clan lands. Snow had still blanketed the lands back then, the season harsh but not so harsh as the wolves were now. She ran her hand through her short mane and sighed. “You survived, sweetheart, and that’s good enough for now.” She frowned, her hands finding her almost nonexistent hips. “But you should train. I can vouch for many in the warrior tier when it comes to their skill; I’ve sparred with Max and Ángel, and Helotes is one of my good friends and teachers.” She smirked faintly, shaking her head; they were all macho men, and Emma was just a pretty little thing, even if she had a couple inches on Ves.
“Even scouts need to learn to fight,” she added, and she didn’t think she needed to describe the battles she’d seen. None were fully-fledged, however, more petty scuffles than skirmishes of war. “I can teach you a few things, too. But that’s only if you feel up to it.” She studied her, managing to look past the soft feminine curves to the scars that covered their surface. She set her teeth and hissed sympathetically. “If I were you, I’d probably not want to move an inch more than I had to.”
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