Moonspear sly blue

It seemed she didn't have anything specific for him, but he got the impression there was something. His ears perked and his head tilted, waiting for her to say exactly what. It didn't occur to him that he could have just asked what it was, instead of waiting for her to say it. He was a wolf of few words from time to time.

He nodded when she asked if he was self taught, and explained fighting was an interest of hers. His body shifted a little where he sat, his discomfort showing. Well... he began. I am self taught, but out of necessity. I learned to fight to survive. I've never... fought fair, he admitted to her, his ears flattening on his head as his gaze lowered. It was always his life or someone else's.