Arrow Lake she's into superstitions

She had been looked down on most of her life, even in the monastery she was looked at as creature of less worth. It never mattered how well she connected with the afterlife nor did it make an impact on how well the dove did on her exams on healing, she was still a mutt and therefor inferior. When she finally left the sanctuary of the church she was viewed as an abomination, a witch that had to be burned out of house and home. Her abilities were mocked and feared, she was a curse and had to be purged. So it was no wonder she had to be shown that she might actually have some worth to a pack that did not focus on the spiritual arts, but that of the physical body.

She nodded at his words, again her curled tail betraying her emotions as it swayed against her back. Maybe it was because he held the same domesticated blood as herself, maybe it was the fact he was raised in a place where his heritage was not a thing of shame or anger. She gave him a warm smile, her eyes of fire and ice gleaming with an emotion she could not describe. "Maybe I should try out this place of warriors, now the only thing its missing is a name.." She teased at the fact he had not given it to her, her lashes fluttering in playfulness.