Strong. Capable. Such qualities were not meant to describe a female, as well as she knew. There was only fertile and docile, aggressive if too casual with her comrades. The females were meant to be contained and sought only when to breed. There was no such thing as a strong female. Only one able to bear the pups of the pack. Yet her ears were attentive if not attracted to these simple words, especially when use in association to herself. Did he really believe this? Or was it simply a ploy to lure her into his terrain that he might embarrass her again on his favorable ground?
It would not have been the first time gullibility won over sense.
In a moment of silence, she watched him begin his careful walk along the path- her own eyes darting ahead of his footfalls ever so often to ensure his step was indeed a secure one. All the while in thought, she could have imagine herself as a warrior for anyone, even if her build would complement the suggestion. She was by no means small, but not as fat as she would have liked. The wanderer’s walk still kept her relatively slimmer though the fat that lingered was well kept in the places she deemed appropriate. Her bones had adapted to her heavy weight and her preferred gait through mountainous paths, making them stronger and more durable; ideal for enduring the brunt of a hostile. And yet, she still could not imagine herself as a warrior of any kind. Though the prospect of becoming- no, learning of this path had its appeal. If only to fulfill the innate want to find purpose.
Apparently, all she needed was training.
“The river pack…Njal” Her nose wrinkled in thought then turned toward the male to monitor his careful progress along the path. “I suppose I can remember that,” she remarked, somewhat calmer now her prior state of being. However there was a sharp glint her in her that remained; the flicker of warranted suspicion. Undeniably, she was enthralled by his ideal, but she was not keen on making herself a fool. Her ego had already suffered once before. Though she would try in her due time to let it go. Provided there was indeed truth to his words. |