Sleeping Dragon wake up, mr. west!

She had been all too nervous to confess to Hvitserk all of her wrong doings that she was taken aback when he drew near and embraced her. A warm smile crept upon her dark lips and she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. She only opened them as he pulled away to make his promise and as she did, she replied with a promise of her own. “I won’t either,” though she would be tempted, she felt like this was a promise that she had to keep.

Now that they not-so fun agenda had been taken care of, the gears in her mind shifted quickly and she turned her attention to what else had been on her mind: his superior pouncing skills. “Hey, also,” she said quietly, drawing back their conversation. “Can you… teach me to pounce? You’re much better than me and I need to be better to be a good hunter.” She was not one to compliment for the sake of complimenting, she only offered such words if she deemed them to be true.