Moonspear This Is Just a Dream

It seemed as they talked he was relaxing more. She began to wonder if the gruffness he displayed was not intended as hostile as it sounded. She began to relax slightly in return, assuming that he wasn't about to leap on her and tear her a new one. He seemed to approve of her submissive posture though, so while she relaxed her tail she kept her head lowered. His bluntness surprised her, but she couldn't help but agree. Fish was not her favorite either. She said as much, brushing away her surprise. "You have a point. Fish has never been my favorite, which might also be a reason I'm not as good at catching it."

She nodded, smiling slightly at his response to her joke. "I only pick the plumpest rocks, you see. Only ones from rivers, too." Her mention to his face made him frown and she herself mirrored the expression unconsciously. The pack didn't have many medics, perhaps she could learn more and hone her own skills? She knew a baseline, having been taught by her old pack. They'd thought it wise that all pups be well versed in the different opportunities for ranks and jobs. From scouting to hunting, they'd been trained in a little of everything. Pyx herself had taken a shine to medicine, liking not only the caring aspect of it, but the herbology involved. It was fascinating to her what different plants could do when handled differently.

He was right that he had many scars across his body, testament to many fights. Yet this one was so new and drew the eyes. It looked painful, but it might possibly make for an intimidating scar if he wished it. She dipped her head in response to his words, nodding slightly. "I'm sorry, for mentioning it and for the medic situation. I know a little of herbology and medicine...perhaps I could help around the pack?" It was an indirect offer to assist him as well, here and now if he needed it but his easy dismissal made her worried of offending his pride if she questioned again. "I'd be happy to train more and learn, to better serve Moonspear."