Redhawk Caldera Ain't no mountain high enough

Tiger could sometimes miss things entirely -- for example, his suggestion to hang out. So she continued on their happy convo, and at his compliment, she smiled fully. "Gosh I hope so," she responds breathily. It'd be great, but she wasn't so sure. "I'm still really new, time will tell I guess," she shrugs, but the gesture is tense, expressing her desire to be great. It was an untapped trait she didn't know she even had.

She listened to him, and as he spoke of warrior, she nodded. Tiger was a lover, not a fighter. Protective, sure, but, warrior-material? Not even close. She didn't have any desire to shed blood. "Those sound good. I could help you with healer stuff too, if you're interested. I feel ya, on the warrior bit. I'm not a fighter, I don't want to be, either. Kinda goes against what I wanna do, ya know? I mean, I'm all for fending for my pack! Just..." She didn't like fighting, that was that. She looked at him, wondering if he understood her verbal vomit, and hoping he did.