Two Rivers Isle Twisted sanity

As the dark Queen emerged from her hideaway, the yearling let his gaze slide towards her paws, honeyed orbs focusing for a moment on her gleaming black claws safely nestled within her charcoal fur. "Malice," he greeted with a low rumble, offering her a friendly sweep of his bi-coloured tassel, "I wanted to apologise for our first meeting." Though from her current demeanour the dame didn't appear to be holding a grudge, he wanted to get the appology out the way for fear of a repusiveness building up towards him in the future. "And also wanted to ask if you'd like to spar with me," he offered, kneading his paws against the softened ground as he drew his gaze from her paws and up to graze the amber pools of her own. "Burke said that I could become a guardian should I wish to and, since the fight with the bear, I was thinking that I could learn a thing or two from you." He finished his offer, tilting his head hopefully and reclining back onto his haunches, grimacing slightly at the dampness. Though it was a surprisingly pleasant feeling compared with the scorching heat of summer.