[u]Armory Class: Mokuren Sabella[/u]

Hearing the loud, firey and proud - at least that is how Mokuren saw it, and was oblivious to how it actually was - Mokuren looked up and saw the man. Tiger, seventeen and with enough courage to exclaim his introduction to the entire class with great and furious volume. It was this kind of person that Mokuren was looking for. This kind of person she wanted to be friends with. And by friend she meant not eating him unless there was no other way. Mokuren then felt her hackles rise as the other girl claimed he had 'penetrating brain trauma' from the spar and he needed to go to the doctor's office.

Such a statement was obviously untrue but there was nothing anyone could do about it, so Mokuren stood and smiled broadly. If she could not help her Tiger over-rule this claim, she would at least escort him so they could talk in private. She knew so much about him, thanks to his outburst, but he knew nothing about her. About her abilities, and about her skills.
"Teacher, I will escort Shiro to the nurses office. If he has damaged something, it would not do for him to be alone in transit" Mokuren offered, swishing her tail absently.