Sorry for wait and Ves being all dreamy. xD
Vesper grinned toothily at the other’s acting, though she didn’t play along except to quip, “I don’t like my meat cooked,” before leaning back and giving her own shoulder a scratching with a hind paw, doing her best to dislodge some of the dirt and leaves on her own coat. She nodded to confirm that the other teachers had done well in teaching—though honestly her mentors had consisted of her own bird and the young she-wolf from the artisan pack with her cocky kestrel. The magpie’s remark made her smile again, but she left him to his preening in favor of looking at the tan coywolf.
“Inferni has a whole slew of them,” the Centurion said, deciding that this wasn’t really confidential information—and, besides, it was the explanation for her wanting to learn low speech. “You never do,” she added in response to the other’s comment, glancing out into the woods as if half expecting something to lunge out at them there and then. “I’m lucky that Stark is as paranoid as I am.”
Hearing that the former Infernian was now a leader of her new pack was surprising, but Vesper couldn’t say she wasn’t pleased; a congratulatory smile crossed over her lips as she nodded. This would probably set them on even better terms with Casa di Cavalieir, even if she doubted an actual alliance was in the works considering the generally paranoid nature of her members. It was always good to be friendly with the big warrior pack, though.
“That’s great news. I guess it hasn’t been that long? The first few months are always rough.” She winked then licked a dirty patch on her chest. “It’s easy enough to patrol and be there for your pack, but it gets harder when you realize that they’re looking up to you.” Having ascended in the ranks as quickly as she did since joining the previous year, Vesper was struck most by that. Many lower-ranking members had been in the clan longer than her, and she didn’t always have the answers they needed. Luckily, she hadn’t truly had to prove herself as anything more than a member of the clan; most of the leading was truly left to Ezekiel and now Myrika, and she wasn’t quite comfortable in giving orders of her own.
“No more trouble from those wolves,” Vesper confirmed, her ear flattening for a moment. “Had a bit of trouble with poachers, though.” Deciding that needed explanation, she went on: “We have a herd of wild horses in the north, close to the bay. They roam free, but we own them, and a few wolves decided they’d snatch a few. They were taken care of, though.” She said this last bit disinterestedly, as if she wasn’t remembering mutilating the she-wolf’s face and whispering those threats in her ear while her comrades bled around her.
“Otherwise,” Vesper said with a smile, “everything is great. The ravens are great, the members are great, the new leader is great.” Her smile turned silly.
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