She would have been glad had they departed in silence. For once, a parting without a final word to commemorate the occasion. But of course it was too much of a desire to be fulfilled for the sake of a lonely wanderer. And in their clash of unyielding gazes, she was met with further insult.
“I was not bred to be a fighter,” she snapped as her tail slapped angrily at her thigh. She had never been permitted to do more than eat and sleep among the pack. What reason did she have to learn to fight when the sovereign wanted his breeders docile? Furthermore, whatever the seal creature was meant to be, she did not at all enjoy being referenced to a creature she did not know. She was clumsy on flat lands, of this she was aware. But mountains… the rough terrain, steep ledges and jagged peaks. There was no greater stage for her to dance upon.
She was all too glad to see the back of him, however short-lived the view before her turned to address her. “Unless you intend to claim the land, I shall travel it as I please!” she raised her muzzle to shout across the length. The tension of strain tickled the back of her throat, however she pressed through the irritation from a time of lacking use to conclude her part in their shouting match. “…and I have no need for betterment!” she defended, hoping for once to have the last word of a conversation. She had the mountains as her domain. He could have his dexterity on the flatter lands if he so chose. |