Do you remember when rain used to fall from these skies?
Lightly stretching Valdís peered out across the flattened area she'd managed to find climbing a bit lower than her den site. She'd be relishing in her new found packhood. Meals came easier and there was a certain sense of security in knowing she had a group of wolves that would back her up should she run into any trouble. However, now it was time to get to work. Work beyond the simply act of patrolling for the young woman had been bitten by ambition and it was spreading rapidly through her being. She had lofty goals, goals to become one of the best fighters in the pack and she'd fixed her sight on the rank of Warlord. Warlord Valdís. It had a ring to it. First though she needed to start getting some practice in. Tipping back her head Valdís called for her pack mates. She wanted to spar with someone and she really didn't care who it was at this point as long as they could fight. One on one or melee she was down for anything to get her warmed up and ready for the day.
