She did not really understand what they were talking about though her interests would often be taken off from them to glance around the room off and on.  Weird smells, shiny objects, and lots of the books.  Her curiousity was on a high but she was worried about ruining the area.  The Scholar taught her not to.  Not that anyone knew that much.  For now she'd just watch the scene before hearing the trigger.<br/><br/>Hearing the words to request a name she'd turn her head and look to Cyrus and the wizard before flailing her arms, her smile showing yet again.  She always enjoyed replying to it since it was the only part of the talk she could actually contribute to.<br/><br/>"WIF-...Flor!  Wiflor!"<br/><br/>She was becoming a bit more accustomed to saying it before looking at the two, hearing the slightly snide tone of the wizard.  Hear ears would drop at this making her wonder if maybe she was just insulted or maybe tricked.  However the concern did not last long as a hand reached to pet the top of her head.  Looking to Cyrus she'd pur and smile, not really getting what was going on.<br/><br/>_______<br/><br/>When they arrived to the underground training course she was honestly confused as to why they were here.  Her eyes looking between the wizard and Cyrus only to feel the leash be taken off.  Was she being released here?  She wondered what the purpose was as she watched them with a flick of her tail.  There had to be reason after all?  Some manner of purpose to her being brought here?  Humans always had their reasons whether or not she understood them.<br/><br/>That's when she smelled it.  Turning her head towards the maze she'd smell the meat of the distance.  Was this why she was here?  Looking back to Cyrus she'd hold a questioning gaze before quickly developing an understanding one and a wide smile.  Almost as if she knew what the situation was about...  Cyrus Needed Her To Go Get The Meat For Him!<br/><br/>Moving towards the Labyrinth she'd look back shortly to Cyrus before looking again to the labyrinth and walking inside.   Labyrinths were notorios for their dead ends and almost right off the back would she run into one with the thought to head straight towards the smell of meat.  Figuring to just go around she'd turn back and make her way to one of the turns to begin her way.<br/><br/>For the most part she struggled, hitting almost every dead end but not a single one twice and never back tracking.  However the more dead ends she hit the more impatient she got until it got to a point that she was running and then straight sprinting through the maze.  That's when the first obstacle was gained.  The hurdles.   She didn't really pay any attention to them as she bounded over half of them in one leap and almost all of the other half in the second.  Her foot sadly would trip over the very last and quickly she'd fall face first to the hard ground with a deep growl of frustration and another flick of her tail.<br/><br/>It was no wonder Cyrus didn't want to do this himself!  The place was incredibly annoying.  Rising to her feet she'd seem ready to hit the hurdle with a fist before stopping.  Instead she'd sigh and take a deep breath, her hands raising to pull her hair back before she turned to keep going.  There was no point in breaking the hurdle after all.   The hurdle that lead to a gate?<br/><br/>Looking at the gate she'd wonder, poking at it and examining it with knowledge that it wasn't a normal dead end.  After a moment she'd try to push it open before attempting to find a door knob.  When she finally tried pulling it up however she'd do so with one hand alone and pass, letting it drop without concern...Right on her tail.   With a loud cry she'd turn immediately around and lift the door again, falling back after to hold to her tail teary eyed.<br/><br/>It wasn't very pleasant to have a seventy five pound gate fall on her tail and that was saying the least.  Blowing on it a little she'd rise back up to her feet and press on only to notice the cliff like structure.   Noting there wasn't much other way she'd look up to the top before looking to the ground.  She didn't like the idea but after a moment she'd begin making her way up the cliff wall, taking every possible foothold before making a bound with a simple pull through arm strength to get her a several foot span at a time.  On her second however she would put a bit too much strength into it, her hand pulling the stone directly out from the wall.<br/><br/>Wide eyed in the fall she'd flick her tail to another rock to catch herself with another slight cry, her hands struggling to grab another rock before she strained her tail too much.  It already hurt as it was.  ignoring it she'd begin her climb again, reaching the top slightly tired and falling to her belly to catch her breath.  Physical strain was a bit much for her and with how she didn't think to control that strength all that well at the rock wall she already felt exhausted.<br/><br/>Slowly getting up she'd begin moving again after the scent only to be met with another gate.  Why were there multiple gates?  She wondered before lifting it with the same ease as the last, this time making sure her tail wouldn't get crushed as she pulled it far from the wall before dropping it...Right on her foot.<br/><br/>Apparently not learning all that fast she'd grit her teeth but not cry this time, her paws being a bit sturdier then her tail.  With a quick lift she'd pull her foot away and carry on, mixed between both fatigue and frustration.  Rubbing her head she'd meet yet another obstacle...A big opening with a bunch of bars over the top?  This one was easy!<br/><br/>Reaching up she'd pull herself to the bars and latch her feet onto another set of bars.  Carefully climbing she'd make her way halfway across without much trouble.  Latching her legs fully around the bar she'd let go of her hands to do an upside down stretch before grabbing again to continue climbing across the other half of the way.  On the other side she'd then unlatch her feet only for something to take yet again to her lacking luck thus far.  Her claws pushing out at the wrong time.<br/><br/>Her claws would ruin her grip on the smooth bars in an instant, the girl quick to fall halfway off the edge and another half atop it.  Clawing at the ground she'd struggle to pull herself up with a series of pants, annoyed with the peculiar field as it was, let alone for such a foolish error to bring more pain or annoyance.<br/><br/>She thought things couldn't get much worse but there she met it... The Third Gate.  She learned her lesson well as she growled at it, flexing an arm at the sight of it only to strike at it's center immediately after.  The lone strike would of broken every hinge of metal or wood alike and left the door unbalanced enough to fall forward and out of her way.  Passing triumphantly she felt king of the world...Until one of those hinges fell and landed directly on the same spot of her tail as the first door had.<br/><br/>Jerking her tail away she'd hold it, her ears dropping as she looked back at where the hinge was and then to the door broken beneath her feet.  She lost that triumphant feeling as she slowly creeped to the next and final test.  She didn't understand what was wrong with this field but seeing the rope leading to the path above she'd frown.  She struggled with Spoons and holding most things in general.  But the rope seemed to be the only climbable thing in that room.  Making her attempt to grab it she'd pull herself barely up a foot before the pads of her hands slipped off the rope and dropped her to the ground.<br/><br/>She would make a second attempt to climb it with one hand like paw at a time but again the pads slipped and allowed her to fall to the harsh floor once more.  Disappointed she'd whine a little bit on the ground before sitting up and looking at the top.  Desperate she'd try one more thing and bite at the rope, trying to climb with her teeth but that failed even faster as she bit right through the rope.   That was when she began to sulk before questioning things.<br/><br/>Looking at the top she'd stare to the ground after.  No stones to be found.  But plenty to be made if she had to.   With another glance across the ground it had to be the case and with that would she strike once more at the stone floor.  The stone quickly gave and cracked, her paw like hands carefully picking up a large chunk as she looked to the top once again.  Stepping thrice to the left she'd keep looking and then six times to the right she'd keep looking.  At that moment she'd throw the stone.<br/><br/>The stone chunk would fly up and over to the top before she had what she needed. Crouching she'd strain again, dedicated to getting the meat before kicking off the ground.   At that moment she practically flew as she gained further height through brute strength, her hands reaching the edge and hanging on dearly.  Whining as she held on she'd reach further with her claws, etching deep into the stone until she had hold to pull herself up with.  A strange thing as she should of had enough strength to pull herself up considering the rock wall.<br/><br/>But that was just it.  Since then her strength was used up.  Her stomach would growl hard as she appeared annoyed, half asleep, and dead on her feet.  Stumbling a bit forward she'd straighten up and push for the steak until she was met with a cruel fate.   One last gate to separate the rooms.  Staring at it she'd approach and bring both of her hands under it to try and lift it.  Once picking them up with her bare hands and even breaking one right off the hinges she couldn't muster the strength for the last one.<br/><br/>Dropping to her knees she'd breath hard, thinking of a way.  But she had none.   Until she saw the large chunk of stone she threw up before by her side.   Thinking a moment she'd smile after and stand again, her fingers latching under the gate to pull with all the strength she could muster and barely getting it a foot and a half up.  But it was enough.  Using her tail she'd carefully slide the stone in place before dropping the gate on it, her body dropping again immediately after.  She felt worse and worse with each exhurtion.  But she could smell how close she was.<br/><br/>Would the man who was with her be happy he got his meat?  Would she be rewarded for it?  She didn't know.  But on the ground she'd reach forward and drag herself under the opening of the gate before crawling across the ground to where the meat sat.  Her stomach growled a bit hard at the sight of it as she approached it, but she didn't bite into it.  Instead her claws would come out and snatch the meat, holding it by piercing into the bulk of the flesh.<br/><br/>It was a temptation.  She loved the fatty bits the most of all and this meat was chalk full of fat.  But she still restrained herself.  Instead she'd carry it back towards the gate that had the rock wedged under it, thinking to get back to Cyrus.  The man who brought her there to get it surely.  But she'd not make it.  Even before reaching the gate she'd fall forward and drop the meat to the ground, hitting the ground even harder then it did.  Extreme strength was right, but it obviously had it's costs.