Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

It seemed that the question he had posed to her was one of importance, and so the brute did not rush her as she took her time in deciding what it was that she wanted to start with. No matter what, he would turn her into a capable beast physically. If that was her weakness, she would grow beyond it and learn from the path in life that she had not found an affinity with. Dalia might have been a skilled healer and caregiver, but Ford believed that she could be skilled in all things. It was valuable to be so, even if it didn't appear that way in the moment.

Defense was her priority to begin with. It was fitting that she would pick this path, after the attack that she had endured by the red-furred stranger. Ford nodded his head stoically to the freckled girl. “I am going to attempt to pin you, and I would like you to attempt to defend yourself in the only way you know how. We will discuss after we have completed the exercise,” he instructed her in a firm voice. Then, the warhound tensed his muscles and sprung toward her with gaping jaws and glimmering fangs of ivory.