into the calm and the quiet

With Wyeth's next words she said nothing more. Runt leaped fiercely and suddenly, her sharp fangs bared. She aimed for his neck, but of course she wouldn't draw blood if the attack connected. Despite the excellent training she had gotten, it was only excellent for a slave. There were limits to what the regulars would teach the measly little servants. She didn't know everything she could have known about fighting. Luckily, that was why Tigerheart was here. To teach her to fight.