this ain't my first rodeo

Now that she had been reunited with Balerion, Veraxes had regained some of her old vigor. A full belly was truly a mystical thing - when before she had been weak and pitiful, now she was strong. Since her strength had been returned to her, it was time to continue honing her skills. She would not be a disappointment. To rest now would only waste her time.

The one thing that remained the same, regardless of the change of scenery, were lands like these. Proving grounds, soaked in old blood and the bitterness of years and years and years of defeat. Veraxes would not suffer defeat today! She had performed all of the rituals needed for success - there was no doubt, she was unstoppable. When Morgan called, Veraxes raced to the summons eagerly.

Upon arrival, she wasted no time. Like a bullet, Vera aimed herself directly at Morgan's side, aiming to tumble them both to the ground. Grappling with larger wolves was something she was intimately familiar with. If she could survive Vaelnaris tussles, this stranger was nothing. Veraxes was absolutely wordless in her assault, a creature of only one mind: win win win win.