Redsand Canyon Voithó

Separating her emotions from her actions and the moment was a skill she was looking to work on and improve. It had gotten the best of her before. She admired the control that the mercenary in front of her had. It had prompted the question, to know how he had developed himself into such a fighting machine. It seemed like every pack was military in nature… or perhaps that was, understandably, the sort of wolf that Mereo simply attracted. Her eyes widened at the revelation. “Off a cliff and into the sea? And you survived?” There was a hint of awe in her voice. She had never heard of such things before. It sounded much like a miracle.
 
Since then he had been fighting. Tooth and claw had taught him. Her eyes softened and with it came an admission of her own. “Women were not permitted to learn to fight where I am from. We were to be seen and not heard and certainly never lift a claw against another. I’ve learned what I know here at Mereo, but nowhere else.” She admitted again, valuing that which she had learned from the Imperator, from Kallik, and now from the Greek mercenary in front of her. “Were you ever afraid? Afraid of failing? Of dying?” The question came again and of a much more personal nature.