Arrow Lake haunting equals attachment

her offer to train him piques slight interest, shown in the swivel of his ears; in the cool, brisk sweep of his seaglass gaze. she certainly looks like she's capable of fighting ...but looks could easily be deceiving and worripa trusts very few beyond the shadow; crowned a dark queen as if she were persephone given mortal, wolven flesh. he is certain that this pallid stranger is right: that one day he would be a fine fighter. it is in his blood; the blood of the fiercest valkyries and the strongest commanders.

the ichor of these strong women and men thrums within his veins; and his claws rake the cool dirt under paws with consideration.

i know nothing about your pack, worripa points out. and ...i answer only to her. the shadow. of course it is her; if she is persephone-like then he must be hades, of whom desperately sought her attentions, eager to give her anything she could want.

my companion. he supplies in what he assumes is a helpful manner. besides training what could you offer us that we cannot do for ourselves? though worripa dislikes talking, it is a necessary evil to gleam as much as he can if he was to take word of this encounter and the offer made back to his underworld queen.