Blackfeather Woods Wanderings

Aries fell silent, ears perked forward as he waited for a response. They were fairly basic skills, but the fighting part caught his attention. The corners of his mouth twitched up in the smallest smile, and he tilted his head slightly. "In that case... we should spar sometime. I need to work on my fighting skills too." He replied, voice deep but lacking the usual malice he held in his voice. For although he was not one to socialise often, or enjoy it, but this was an opportunity to improve and bring him closer to becoming a mercenary.

"My goal is to become a mercenary." He shrugged, flicking his ashen tail.