Blacktail Deer Plateau new orleans

Blue did not hold any who idealized warriorship or warriors in a bad light. She felt that it was needed; they needed both warriors and healers to survive in this world. There were many dangers and the warriors would heed the call to arms, but then when they were done and blood bidden, well then the healers answered to the horn and healed what they could. It was a slow revolving, sometimes bloody sad circle.

Blue frowned, her brow pulled tight in contemplation. Would she be a warrior? Could she even be one? She supposed she could if the occasion called for it, if her loved ones were in trouble, or if the little ones were in trouble, she would most definitely heed the call. I would not do so by my own choice, just to become a warrior, but if my pack or my loved ones were in danger, then I would be at the front lines and fight as hard as I could to save them, even if it meant losing my own life.