Ankyra Sound to live and die by the sword

Ash Paw gave a small cursory smile at his settling. He wasn't so bad when he was teaching and listening. Though he was still much larger than she, even sitting. It made her a little self-conscious, but she kept her head up. Refusing to cowl. Though she was giving him the respect due as a teacher. 

Ash Paw blinked and then settled her eyes on the horizon, past his head, as she thought through what he said. Gentle pink tongue lining across the thin line that marred her  muzzle. Then she met his gaze, carribean to Azure.

Seventeen. Which one are you? What realm do you hold sway over? This one, the mortal coil as you are want to call it?

She was not surprised of this. There had been stories of what she could find. Of gods and goddesses coming to earth. To raise children, or act wolfish or other animals themselves. Though she doubted slightly that such a wolf as this would have been a god, or a daedric prince as he so dearly thought. She also did not wish to anger a god or goddess with her thought process, and she could be wrong, there was a chance she was. Maybe.