Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

To a point, she was surprised that he wasn’t the alpha. And if he wasn’t but still looked the way he did, then what should she expect from the actual leader? A shiver ran down her spine at the thought, imagining, briefly, one of the treacherous wolves from her mother’s stories; big, burly beasts with canines that stretched on forever and had a taste for blood even greater than their appearances suggested. With her ears still flat, she gave a nod of her head, trying to shake from her mind whatever hesitance was still trying to hang on. “Will you not train me if I’m not allowed to join?” she asked a moment later, the possibility refusing to leave her head—it wasn’t a stretch, after all, the likelihood of her being rejected.

At his questions, her ears popped back up, only to fall back again as another act of rudeness came to light: she’d never bothered to introduce herself. “Kaori,” answered the lamb, her voice perhaps the loudest it’s been yet. “Keep it…? It is the only name that I’ve ever had—should I… should I not keep it?” Was the shedding of a name for the placement of another custom? She had heard tales of altered identities for the sake of hiding, running away, or starting anew, but she wasn’t so sure if that path was the correct one for her. She liked her name, it was handpicked by her mother, but… perhaps the history that came with it, the life, was something she should set aside—at least for the time being. Uncertain, she looked to him for an answer; the transition of her views from him being a threat to a teacher was a swift one, prompted by his earlier lie and her own quest from something.