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Brynja huffed loudly as she cooled off from her workout. She may have been female, but she worked as hard as any of the young males that were around, and ignored their jeers. They probably expected her to grow up to be a useless little saltwife, keeping the den and having litters. But Brynja believed she was worth more than that. That she had something more to offer than her male cubs.

She climbed up the slope to watch some of the other young adolescents train. They weren't perfect, but they all appeared to be putting effort into their movements, and swinging their paws with confidence. Maybe they'd make good captains someday.

Kroff had seen the female a few times. She had drawn his attention not because he wanted to insult her.. or humiliate her. No she was something a bit different. Wasn't often you saw a female out in the training camps. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember having seen one besides her. But he supposed that might have something to do with the now ex-warlord's dislike of female reavers.

He had done his work out earlier that morning, but he still parused the grounds. It gave him something to do, and he was able to watch what competition he would one day face. Not not normally one to go out of his way in conversation, he was inwardly debating the pros and cons of such.

"You come here often." He finally said. The statement not a question, but an observation he had made over time.

Inspiring? The word warmed her heart. It wasn't every day that she met someone who thought that way, and they were certainly not often male. She nodded, turning to look at the trainees for a few moments.

"They are afraid," she said, nodding more to herself than to Kroff. "They will be judged, pushed around, shut out. By the old ones and the arrogant."

She turned back to him, with a flash of a smile. "My name is Brynja. It's a good day to die, Kroff."

"Being fearful leaves room for error." He nodded. He was a very logical guy, not leaving much up for debate when it came to his thoughts. But if there was one thing someone couldnt say to him, was that he didn't work hard for what he wanted.

"If they fear their place in the Stormborn then maybe it's because they know they are weak." He wasn't being mean, merely matter of fact. Though sometimes he didn't make the best of friends. But he had aspirations to be a captain, and no fear would stop him from that. He'd die first.

"It's a good day to die, indeed, Brynja." He smiled himself, with a nod of his head. Why was he in such a good mood today? Perhaps because this was refreshing..

It was pleasant that Kroff didn't immediately raise his voice or get defensive. Brynja was passionate to the point of being unreasonable, sometimes, so his calm explanation helped cool her down.

"No, nothing worth doing is," she said, thinking about it. He was right; sometimes even tasks that didn't really appeal to her would take effort. She just didn't think about them that way. She was smiling at him again, this time admiring the way he thought. He wasn't destined to be a rock-headed brute like some of the trainees below them.

"The freedom of choice means a lot... you would have some very proud daughters." For some reason she had to look away, feeling awkward for reasons she couldn't explain. So she focused on her parents.

"My father has a ton of other kids and my mother has... an attitude," she explained with a laugh. "But I suppose my littermates and I turned out all the same."

He chuckled and stood up a bit taller. He always liked hearing people who agreed. Too often he kept his view on females to himself. He had been the target of some jest. But that hasn't stopped his mindset.

"I like to think so. My mother offered us the same option. My sister just has a different dream I'd imagine. Though my other sisters.. They may one day be brave enough to try." His mother and father were about as understanding as anyone he'd ever met. He was thankfully for them. His dad was why he was strong. His mom was why he had compassion.

Brynja shook her head. "No, they weren't born here, either... Father came from another pride. Mother... I'm not sure how she got here, but I think it was my father's fault." She laughed, looking at Kroff warmly.

"Maybe that's why we think differently... We come from families that weren't completely molded to the old ways. Like soft clay."

She was silent for a moment, then her eyes widened. "Oh! Have I kept you from other duties? I should get to mine soon."

It was good to know that she didn't come from pridal old blood. He always felt inimdated when he came into their presence. Like he had to prove himself more, or something. It actually made sense, her not being old blood, that she would be breaking the mold to become a reaver herself.

"Yeah I like to think so." He was terrified of a life otherwise. "We are of a different claw it seems. Though I suppose we adapt well enough." He chuckled, before shaking his head.

"You were keeping me company, there was no keeping me from doing a thing. Though I suppose it's time to return home. Mother will be worried." He stood and bowed his head respectfully.

"It's a good day to die, Brynja."