Dead Empress Backwater one love you get

For @Torianna Hera has come to ask for guardian lessons!
Morning, light snow, 16F/-9C

if karma's real, hope it's your turn

A small worm of a thought had taken root in Hera’s mind ever since she had returned from her misadventure. She knew her father’s expectations, that around a year old they would need to begin trying to figure out what they wanted their role in the pack - and in the world to be. Clearly scouting was not going to be for her, she hated the travel and while she would never admit it to anyone she had been deeply homesick. But, she also couldn’t shake the memories of spending most nights laying awake and frightened about every sound, sure something was going to leap out and eat her whole.

She wanted to learn how to fight, wanted to learn how to defend herself. Sure, maybe she could turn this into a role and become a guardian, but as of now it was all about self preservation. Next time she wanted to be prepared so she didn’t have to lose all that sleep, she wanted her confidence back.

Hera had debated asking her dad, she knew he had a reputation for being a bit of a brute when it came to a fight - but felt weirdly self conscious about it. Instead she had set her sights on Torianna, she liked her older cousin though they had never had much of a deep interaction. The blonde cub admired that the older girl didn’t take shit from anyone and that she was often rough and tussling with the boys and holding her own. That’s what Hera wanted, and that’s why she approached the white wolf on her border patrol.

Barking a greeting, Hera’s brow set in a determined fashion as she approached, ”I wanna learn how to fight - will you teach me?” Direct was always best. Torianna was a busy woman, she didn’t want to give her a reason to say no.

It's time to strap our boots on

Conquest

This is a perfect day to die

Tori had undoubtedly terrorized her agemates, though not nearly as much as some of them would like to believe… even Euna had born the brunt of her punishment but with her disappearance she had taken a more gentle approach with the younglings. They were capable of being molded, and helped… so long as they did not overtake her, she saw no reason to cast them aside… and with the boys undoubtedly forming a coalition against her, she figured she might have to do the same if they became nuisance enough to her.

She’d been patrolling, thinking of such exact thoughts when a noise caused her head to whip around, a snarl beginning to form until she realized exactly who it was. It was one of her younger cousins, Hera. She did not interact with her much, but that was likely because she’d surely learned from a young age that Tori knew how to handle herself and did not much like being annoyed.

So as Hera approached her, the alabaster teen grinned at the girl, a sense of eagerness that bordered on evil sparking across her features. “Of course I will, Hera!” She offered for a moment, a condition falling from the devil’s lips not long after. “So long as you promise to use what I’ve taught you to keep the boys in line.” It was perhaps dangerous, but she’d never been known for her subtlety after all.