[center][h1][color=8A5D4C]Rivia Silvermane[/color][/h1][/center]
As Cole spoke to the girl, her ears stood at attention, twitching occassionally as she soaked up his every word. Friends? Her father had spoke of that word before. Hmmm....scrunching her eyes in concentration, she probed the deepest parts of her memories for her fathers exact words. It was that time when she had beaten up some of the kids in the tribe when she was 'playing' with them wasn't it? The scolding she got from her father even to this day reveberated throughout her soul. 'You'll never make any friends if you keep hurting them' wasn't it? What even were 'friends'? Maybe she would find out the answer with these two heroes? Suppose the sword hero was correct, she was still learning. Not just about humans, but on a lot of different subjects she was currently lacking in.

Raising to her feet, she quickly dusted off her knees and moved between the two heroes if there was space. She wasn't sure which one exactly to stand by the side of, so why not both at the same time? Though she seemed to shrink a little as the volume in the room increased once more once the King clapped his hands. Excited murmuring and chatter filled the air from the gather nobles and common folk as they began to disperse to the dining area or nearby ballroom to enjoy the festivities. Or that's what Rivia assumed they were, she hadn't been involved in a lot of her own tribes celebrations bar a few her Father brought her to. While the music was certainly loud enough to make her wince, one notable difference was the citizens involved were a lot less.....rambactious. Normally there would've been a brawl or two in her tribe.

Following Cole and Fer into a quieter corner, she scooted a little closer to the heroes as if to hide from the music. Not that it was working of course, but the further away she could get the better. During the minute Cole took to settle his mind, Rivia stood almost deadstill. Well, bar the constant swishing of her tail behind her. Was he waiting for her to say something? She wasn't entirely sure how to start up a conversation proper and pondered with her hand on her chin for a moment, deep in thought when Cole spoke up. Hearing the hero address her she snapped back to attention and nodded vigerously. So there was another one of their 'friends' in this group she was yet to meet? The mention of it made her tail move just a little faster.

[color=8A5D4C]"You want Rivia to...uh tell you about herself? Ummm...."[/color] Taking a moment, she shifted her weight a couple of times as she seemed to think. What was there to say? Or rather, how could she convey it? [color=8A5D4C]"Rivia was raised by a great man. Head of the pack. Super strong and big. Taught Rivia to hunt and forage, fight, fend for herself. Rivia is umm...swift, fast to strike. Like this."[/color] As she spoke, she made great exageratted movements with her hands. To describe her father, she reached up high on her toes before widening to try and represent his broad shoulders. For hunting, she actually made a pair of rabbit ears with her hand before having the other hand pounce on it. Then the last part, she did a few shadow boxing-equse punches into the air before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small blade from within.

She looked around for a moment before something caught her attention. A ice sculpture on the other side of the room. That would do nicely as target practice! Winding her hand back, she lobbed it with speed, power and prescision sliced the head off of it. Smugly, she turned back to the heroes as the head slid off and shattered onto the floor, the suddenness of it no doubt causing a commotion which she remained oblivious to.

[color=8A5D4C]"See? Rivia can hit a moving rabbit from fifty yards moving through underbrush. If you want to see what else Rivia can do....um....well the best way would be to spar with Rivia. But father always scolded Rivia for playing too rough....wouldn't want to hurt friends, but it's also fun..."[/color]