Don't Dance

Caelestis wasn't thrilled about the occupation that was beginning soon. The pack was filled with wolves who either couldn't or wouldn't fight and it was so frustrating to be surrounded by that kind of mentality when Caelestis was filled with fighting spirit. She'd gladly try fighting anybody once. Even bigger wolves, let 'em try an' fight her, see what happens! Racing through the thicket, she was trying to let off steam, enjoying the frosty morning while watching clouds of vapor fill the air every time she exhaled. Running was a great way to both keep herself in shape and let out her frustration without trying to fight anybody since she wasn't exactly surrounded with possibly sparring partners at the moment. She was coming to a bend that normally she slowed down quite a bit for since it ran close to a drop off, but for some reason she didn't bother this time. Just pressed on, running hard over the crunchy, partially frozen soil.

Unbeknownst to her, a particularly grumpy wolverine was stomping around right around the bend. Well, she learned he was there when she ran right over him and instinctively dove hard to the side away from him - straight through some brambles, right off the drop. She slid down the sharp incline and landed with a hard thud on the ground below. The girl could only groan and gasp for the breath that had been knocked from her lungs for a few moments before the creature appeared, staring down at her with angry, beady eyes. "Shit," she hissed between her teeth.