What don't kill you makes you more strong

Fangs hit bone in careful, purposeful movements and Karabela worked away on the thigh bone of a white tailed deer. She was working on etching patterns into it, partly to ease a sudden swell of anxiety that had been dogging her most of the morning and partly because she though it might increase the value of the bone if it was artfully crafted. She couldn't be the only wolf that liked decorating her den. Stepping back Karabela admired her work, tongue running deftly over her fangs. Ears flicked forward at the sound of a call. Chaos? A meeting? Well, well, well! She grinned. Finally someone was stepping up and calling the wolves of Ivory Ridge together apart from her. She was curious to see what Chaos had in mind.

Tucking the bone away she set off down the eastern side of the maw and onto the smooth terra of the step. It was a fair journey but a path she practically knew by heart now. She grinned when she spied Chaos on a flatter part of the steppe, his unusual companions perched in a gnarled nearby tree. "Haha, look at you stepping up to lead! How have you been Chaos? Going to put us through our paces?"


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