Swiftcurrent Creek something has to shift

panther watches as she draws nearer and offers her a small smile, unbothered by her continuing fascination with the scars that mar his flesh despite that he knows he may not have an answer for every question she asks him in regards to them. luckily, her next question is one that he can answer. no, he rasps his reply. thankfully, they no longer cause him the pain that they once had. his ears cup forth atop his skull with muted interest as she continues on to say that she wants to learn to fight. ah, the acknowledging rumble is so quiet it is nearly inaudible and he emphasizes with a sage nod of his head as he considers her predicament.

i won't lie to you, panther begins, it is scary. although, waking up with no memory and searing pain hadn't necessarily frightened panther as much as he'd just wanted to die; he'd been close to it but, too much of a fighter, he'd clung to the dying embers of his life and ...here he was: scarred and an amnesiac but alive and well. but being afraid is no way to live life ...and in a fight being afraid will cost you. you have to look past your fear. conquer it.