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Delta had decided these lands were going to be her home forever, not just a temporary home until she was trained. Her pelt was healthier, her body had gained mass, no longer a scrawny mother struggling to feed her young ones.

With a quiet thought, Delta had set out to find Amon, she could train with him, learn to fight, how to protect and defend those who need it. She could be a strong fighter if she put the time into it, learned the weak points and found her bodily advantages against others. She'd learn, she had to or she'd be of no use to this pack in any way.

Her mind still buzzed of the night, in the odd tunnels that appeared during the time of love, where the two had first met. Where they ate fermented fruit and berries and didn't seem to mind their differences. She was quite..confused by that night, she had only ever seen effects like that by eating rotten foods, but that reaction was more..sickening, that night was, warm, a buzzing warm.

Her nose flared, sniffing the air and listening around. She was just beyond where the pack settled, hoping just by chance she'd come across the brown pelted wolf accented with blues no darker than the faded blues on her legs. Her frame stood tall within the mountains and trees, had she not been the deep blue she is, perhaps the dame would've blended in more to the surroundings, alas, quite the opposite.

Delta wasn't a fighter, but she was a known hunter amongst her old home, known for her swift movements that held little to no hesitation within hunts.

Amon was almost never at the central den area, he was a wandering and duty bound man, given the state of the pack and their...lack of numbers, wandering children. The warrior was either on patrol, hunting, or taking a quick nap.

Once Nyra's kids are fully trained, he'd have a rest, maybe finally go out and recruit more wolves to the pack. After all, what viking clan didn't have it's seers and healers?

Speaking of hunters and warriors however, he caught the scent of Delta, boofing out a soft greeting as he headed towards her. Evening Del his voice deep and warm. Doing alright?

avoir elle est avoir les etoiles
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Her mind wandered, ears swiveling to lay against her scruffy mane. Eyes narrowing to let the warm sun lay on her face, with the rustle of trees and the swift movement of animals around her, Delta had barley noticed the approach of Amon until he made noise.

With quick movement, her head swiveled to look towards him. Smiling at the little nickname he'd chosen, nicknames were always comforting, it was a little difficult to make a nickname for Amon but she'd think of one eventually, for now she simply shook her pelt and slightly tipped her head.

Hello Amon!

Warmth seemed to flood her voice, gentle and still holding a motherly tone, it never seemed to disappear not even in times of danger or trouble. Her haunches quickly met the dirt and moss below, tail swaying with a wag along the earth.

Yup! I'm doin quite fine, I was actually searching for you- Er..How are you doin?

Aw, looking for little old me? He teased, though finding him would usually be a task all on it's own most days. I'm good, all's quiet out there right now

When wasn't it quiet?

Wanna hang out? I'm free the rest of the night he questioned, hanging out could be a number of things, training usually though. His tail was wagging lightly as he came to stand in front of her, Delta was fun to be around.

avoir elle est avoir les etoiles
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Delta seemed to relax quite quickly once Amon stated he was doing good, her ears shifted to not be perked, tail swaying with the gentle breeze. Her deep purply grey gaze fixated on the wolf, scanning over his features for a moment, recalling what he had spoken about in that tunnel. Snapping her attention back to his voice, she warmly smiled towards him.

yeah..It is quite quiet, i'm surprised you don't stay closer to the main area? Or do you prefer it out here, where it's quiet and peaceful?

Her voice held a sweet tint to it, intoxicating and yet just a soft voice to soothe a mind of worries if possible. She shifted to stretch her limbs, shaking dirt from her pelt and then sitting herself down infront of Amon.

we could hangout...I was hoping to train with you? I've decided i'm going to stay here, with my young. but..All i'm good for is hunting and nothing else, I want to fight, protect, as you do.

That was certain, she'd fight, protect, just like Amon, just like her father had. He'd told her cruelty is not fighting back to live even if causing death, but that it is the lack of mercy on those who deserve it. She always seemed to be..softer, towards the elk that had young, the mother rabbits that had small ones in their dens. Never killing unless she herself was hungry, that was how she lived, how she strived.

I...Was taught, cruelty is not killing to live, but showing no mercy in those who need it..I, want to be able to defend but not be cruel.

The outer territories still need patrolling he answered, though he did frequent the ocean borders less. There wasn't shit out there! Not many warriors around to do it all, just yet he gave her a wink, as if hinting she could be one if she wanted.

Amon listened as she spoke, ears perking as her soft tones said she wanted to train. To fight.

Well you've come to the right man then my friend his voice was warm, inviting. I can teach you all I know, it's not all about ripping and tearing like some little gremlins think He was, of course, talking about Nyra's children. He motioned with his head, in the direction of the flatter grasses. Walk with me? The ground's better over here before starting to walk in said direction.