Finding Nemo

Things were being set into motion, but for Paradox, she had bigger plans up her sleeve. Training would really begin, intensify with each passing week. Power, she needed to gain it both physically and within the pack. But she was growing bored with the usual tactics, sparring with others was getting old and was an annoying process. You had to deal with poor sportsmanship, or with someone with the experience of a pup. It was upsetting.

So in search of a new method, the young woman headed towards the east, making her way through the moor and directly west for where she knew of a running river that would be the ideal spot. The oasis was a no go, the water was too small both in size and depth. The lake towards the east was too calm, sure it was deep enough but the woman was looking for a challenge, not a place to rest.

Paws brought her towards the water's edge, dark eyes following the waters as they headed southward towards the ocean. Nostrils flared, taking in the various scents of prey and wolves that frequently passed the area. Some in particular would make her brow arch in interest, able to pick out some that had weaved the plains when they first came down to mark territory for Hellstrom. It was a good thing she didn't linger around them for more than a few minutes, keeping her coat clean and devoid of their scents. Paradox liked doing things her own way.

Whatever, the woman flicked her tail before moving down the bank. She was on a training exercise, this was no time for petty trouble. Slowly her toned frame slid into a calmer section, sighing heavily as the cold water wrapped around her body, bringing a sense of relief. She would remain there a few moments, head held high and eyes closed, the water just touching her chest. Oh how good it felt.