Redhawk Caldera you did not break me

She allowed a flicker of hope to burn in her chest, their conversation seeming to drift toward a more positive light, rather than her absolute inexperience in the world. She would be old enough for the adult ranks soon – but that did not change much. “I would love that –“ she began, her enthusiasm reflecting in her tone before she cut her words off. A fiery she-wolf strode past the ebony wolf, and while he made to greet her, she seemed completely despondent to his affections – it was much like watching her own parents once more.

Blinking, the regal asked her for her name and her talent, and Allure suddenly realized that her fleeting ‘skills’ were not very likely up to this woman’s expectations, given her brusque nature. Uncomfortably allowing her eyes to drift from the ebony male’s shocked and upset form, she allowed her aqua eyes to drift to the woman’s forelimb, remaining in her submission. “Allure Frostfur – I’d like to join your pack,” she offered, withholding herself form nervously licking at her lips. “I’m young, but I want to learn more of the hunter role – and I have a small bit of medicinal knowledge from my brother.”

She had no flowery speech. No years of experience. Just the desire to learn – and as she held her breath and waited for the redhead to respond, she was almost positive her chance had drifted away now.