Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

since this thread is pretty old, we can probably wrap this up in the next post or two. c:

faeryn reiterates to him that she's sure with a confident tone that does not belay worries. it is all wintersbane needs. she is different from the others he would recruit — wolves already lone. recruiting her from her sea pack had not necessarily been his intentions but now that he has, it is done. if she hadn't really wanted to make a switch then she wouldn't have, he tells himself. he'd given her a freedom to choose and further yet the chance to change her mind. he takes a few steps back, in case she wants to get to her feet at all. their spar is over and their first lesson concluded, after all.

he stretches for a short moment and is caught off guard by her use of the word sir. a bark of a laugh escapes wintersbane as he replays the word in his mind. sir. it was so formal sounding, so stiff and old. you don't have to call me sir. he tells her. i'd rather you didn't. makes me sound old. cheekily spoken with a flash of teeth in a grin. wintersbane is fine. he promises.