The woman ran screaming and this pleased Snow as Baraxan had rested a hand on her, still asleep through the ordeal. She lad back down and fell asleep herself, never really dreaming any more. Instead, her mind would just playback events of the day. When Baraxan woke with a start, Snow instantly sat up and went to him, laying her head in his lap. It seemed as though he had another tough dream as she rubbed his face and tried to calm down. She moved to lay on the floor when Baraxan when to take off his shirt, Snow watching silently 'My... my...' she thought. When he removed his pants she couldn't help but hide her face with her large paw, 'Oh my... its a good thing wolves don't show blush...' she peeked up to see if he was dressed again. Once he was set, they both left the tent and headed for the oracle's, Snow was eager to see what she would say.<br/><br/>Upon arriving to the tent there was a voice of a woman complaining inside, Snow was already showing signs of irritation as the fur on her neck began to rise. When they entered, sure enough, it was the lustful woman from last night so Snow let out another very low warning growl. The oracle and Baraxan seemed to catch on pretty quick when they discovered she attempted to enter Baraxan's tent without invitation. The oracle ordered her punishment and Snow was fully on board with it 'shows her right...' she thought. It seemed Baraxan was a little unsure but he didn't stop the oracle, for that Snow was pleased. After that was dealt with, Baraxan went on to talk over his dream last night, Snow listening intently as she laid beside him, listening to the Oracle's responses.<br/><br/>After the oracle they headed over to the training area where the sounds of wooden swords could be heard clacking together. Snow followed Baraxan as he wanted to spar with a few of the students, Snow laid in the outskirts just watching. She continued to be impressed by the man, he was showing them tips on improving instead of just throwing his weigh around. When another man stormed in looking rather angry, it was solved by a fight. Snow stood as she watched, feeling the mans anger and wanting to be sure he didn't try and take any cheap shots. The snow went on for a bit until Baraxan gave a few well times blows, bringing the man to his knees. He seemed apologetic afterwards and then left with his head in shame.<br/><br/>Over the next few months, the routine stayed much of the same. They would travel to the oracle, then to the arena, and then would just relax in their tent. Over the time, Snow felt even closer to Baraxan as they 'talked', even if she couldn't respond. She liked who he was as a person, how he kept a level head even with his new title. The clans members seemed to warm up to Snow more as well, some offering her food, a few of the younger ones would put beads or flowers in her mane. It seemed like everything was going pretty well for them as Baraxan trained.<br/><br/>This was the day that many would be graduating from and Baraxan told Snow that he wanted to be sure they attended. She was all to happy to accompany him to the arena but upon their arrival, something was going down. It seemed that three of kids had surrounded a fourth and were being rather cruel, fighting him when he had to way to defend himself. Baraxan quickly jumped in and grabbed a spear, Snow found this rather noble. The punks turned around and challenged Baraxan, without warning they begun to surround him, getting in a few hits but Baraxan was still handling himself fine. It wasn't until Snow noticed that the third boy snuck behind him with a metal sword did she decide to jump in. She flew through the air and great speeds, knocking the boy down and pinning him. It wasn't enough force to hurt him but it certainly made a very clear point.