Duck Lake We were only looking forward

"Tar-tock?" she repeated, quietly, the pronunciation slightly off but it Myth was more saying it to herself than anything. The word wasn't exactly native to her tongue. She didn't even attempt to sound out the leader -- another T and all that, she'd be best just remembering the group's name for starters. She was curious about this... was it a pack? Didn't quite sound that way at the moment at least. Anyway, he'd gone and asked another question so she would inquire about this Tartok thingy after answering.

Myth had to take the obvious quip, "My feet?" Grinning awkwardly a moment, she watched Lasher attentively, wondering if he'd be amused or just scowl at her rather lame attempt at humor. She raised a paw, sweeping it across the surface of the water, turning a bit more serious, "There are just some times when it seems right to do something. I mean, some have to go out and find their destinies, right? That's just how the world works. Some stay put, some go away and do things." A pause. "It seemed right." Not everyone had to have a past full of horrors and disasters. She just wanted something new, and that was what she received.