Hideaway Strath I bleed it out

Old golden eyes, wizened face, he looked her over to assess how she was taking his words. She seemed content. Eager to learn. This was good. She would do well, when the time came for her to move upwards in the ranks. Though he hoped she improved upon her temper.

Granted the old man had no room to talk, there had been a time, evident by the scars upon his pelt, that anger had ruled him quite well too. The wounds in his shoulder were evident. Yes Tuwawi had done it, but she had given him time to run before she ripped him apart, and he hadn't. And for what? Pride? That he had been allowed entry and believed it.

Her question fell on down ears and he tweaked them forward. Taking stock of his own body for a moment. Yes it ached, but it wasn't so terrible. Not yet. And her eyes alight with stars. How could he refuse. Though he saw the concern flit across her face.

He nodded. We can. You just come and find me when you'd like to try again.