Lesson One
10-28-2014, 03:29 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
For having sought out this Yfir pack to join all on her own, Bera thought she was doing a very poor job of acclimating to her new environment. It felt as if much had passed without her showing her face, without her efforts being visible, and considering all that she wished to do here she knew it needed to change. There was no way she was going to become a skilled warrior if all she did was stick to herself doing the same things that she had always done as a rogue. It was high time she stepped up and started to actively take a part in her education, to begin her training in earnest so that she could be taken seriously by her peers.
It was for this reason that she had traveled from the Whisperer's Gorge to the Dancefloor, deciding the open space of the plain would suit her needs better than the quiet locale where she had secured a den. Officially a year old now, Bera hardly reflected the round, cutesy pup that she had once projected. Verging on her final height of thirty-five inches, she had completely grown from her pup stage into the lanky form of a yearling, paws large and always in the way, still in need of the mass that would eventually fill out her frame. She knew she was hardly anything to look at, and in truth she might have been less than what she wished to be, but she hoped too that the woman who had been deemed her instructor would see the potential in her that Bera could.
Stopping amid the grasses, turning her head left and right as she surveyed the mostly flat landscape, the brown yearling kept to her feet, the stumps of her ears swiveling in a vain attempt at listening to what was around her. Scent-wise, all she could presently detect were the telltale smells of Yfir, of her peers and pack mates, but which of those was the one that she needed to seek in particular? She did not know this Freyja, could not pick her out in a crowd, but today that was going to be fixed. Finished with her inspection of the place, Bera lifted her muzzle and issued a quiet howl, a summons for her instructor that she only knew by name. Hopefully the woman would arrive soon, and be glad that he pupil had decided to call to her first. Maybe it would make up for the lack of presence Bera so far had here.