Make me a warrior

Eir's path never stopped, it never had an end. A traveler of soul, she was a nomad, a wolf know never stood long in the same place. A huge ambition moved her, an ambition of satisfying her endless thirst for adventure, for new experiences that could be of use for her. Traveling for her worked in many ways, meeting new land could be of use in the navigation, in the way of how it could be used in a later date. The more lands she discovered the more she could remember and take into account when needed,  and her unbreakable will made her push further of her limits. For her, no obstacle was too big or too hard for her determination to conquer,  and complaining wasn't an option, complaining was for the weak, for those unwilling to be brave and face life with tooth and claw. She may want an adult, she may be only one year old but she wasn't that crybaby, she wasn't one to beg for attention, for food to be handled. No, she was raised to work for it, to work for her own victories, for her own stuff. But Eir wasn't a fool, Eir knew no always one would succeed, failure existed. Failure was the best teacher, the best teacher in such a hard world. But She was ready to do it over and over until it was done.

And as a confident walk joined her march, her eyes melted in cyan scanned her surroundings. Her nose was key, she was looking for something. A meal could be. And there, a lying body took her attention. From a deer. She was hungry, and anything could work for her. She wasn't picky, she would eat anything without question. But before she moved, the wind stroke her face and the scent of markings bathed her nostrils. Should she leave? She could, nothing of her business here. But would a pack fit her likes? Would she be ready to try on it? If she put her heart on it she could. So she waited there, unsure if she should howl.

"Can you see me?"