Morning, light snow, 16F/-9C
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.