Luneshale Pass Only angels fall

Safiya had learned while in Akashingo the importance of her other senses. She had too. It had been a lesson of necessity born from weakness. And Weakness she could not fathom. No she would have to change that, and she had. 

She shifts and turns her head towards him, moving closer at his request. Ear's perked forward to catch what he had to say. Safiya was glad to be brave. She would be glad to lay her life down for others. But it seemed that was not the goal for this day. And she reassessed.

A small smile as he attempted to try and make her understand with her own common language. She would need to teach him arabic someday too. It would probably sound exotic with his already accent. But would he want to know the language of her father?

She did not know what suavemente meant, but she could guess based on the rest so he did not want to outright attack, but chase away. Make it realize there was too much to tangle with. She could accept this. 


She followed along, adding her own scent to the borders. Paws and claws and water. She could do this. And she did.