It's time to get Heavy

The youth was officially two years old now, and with the coming of winter brought a strange feeling within her heart. The female was an adult now, and the scent of her heart was something that frustrated her. The last thing she wanted was for someone to get any stupid ideas in their head. The scarred female was breathing in and out slowly, her thoughts churning within her head. She was thinking of her kin… particularly of her father. He had told her that, last he checked, his mother, her grandmother resided in Boreas.

Pyrr had not been part of Abaven all that long yet, but she was finding herself enjoying the territories that the pack had laid claim to. Being two years old meant that she shouldn’t have to worry about a mentor, right? She felt capable enough… but perhaps a spar sometime soon would be in order. The female gave a little snort, rising from her den with a stretch. She hadn’t really met any of her other packmates just yet though… Maybe it was about time to change that, hmm?

Pyrrhus perked her ears upward, a smirk forming on her lips as she looked around. Fiery gaze sought the fur of another, but thus far she didn’t see anyone. Oh dear were they playing hide and seek? A smirk pulled at her maw. Not likely, considering they were pack wolves… It was more likely that they were working on bettering themselves for the pack. Well she’d just have to find them then! Pyrr shook her coat, setting off to search for whomever she might be able to find.