Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands

She padded along the edge of the Field, the ends of her tail hair dragging along in the soil as she scanned the rolling, bare expanse of land. It was here her father had struck down the bastard that had challenged for Celestial so soon after his return from trying to save her grandmother.

Challenges, death battles, spars. This was the place that had seen much death. But there were also opportunities for new lives and new beginnings. Not in birth, of course, but in seeking a new pack to run with. She was on the opposite side of this coin. She was seeking for those who wanted a new home. She would be picky, however. They would need skilled hunters and fighters and healers. Ambitious wolves who could be loyal and not slack in their duties.

She didn’t want wolves who would be content to languish in the common ranks. She wanted those who wanted to rise through the ranks and earn their status.

Her father had given her the pack, with Gwen at her side, and she wanted to ensure that the future would be bright for Celestial, with new blood and fresh ambition. Thus, her presence here. The change of paws hadn’t been announced yet. She wanted a chance to get her bearings before calling the pack… She wouldn’t be against a spar, though, save for the fact that she didn’t have a—hello…

Amos’ howl rang across the Field, and her head tipped toward it, ears perked. It didn’t take much for her her to decide and she took off at a lope. She came in to find that he was alone, and she huffed, grinning as she made a show of looking around for a second wolf.

“Where’s your Witness from the pack? Mind if I stand as yours?” Her note was affectionately teasing, but it carried a subtle reminder of the pack law regarding taking someone along with you to observe the spar.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think