there is fire in my veins

Other then her healing skills the youngling was dead set on sharpening her fighting capabilities. In now way did Banshee ever want to be considered weak or some sort of damsel. She desired nothing more then to combine her healing and fightings skills to be a self sufficient Wolf. Maybe one day Ashen would think of her to be great enough to hold a high rank like her father or Sirius. Thoughts of the fanged beast who had claimed a tier two rank filled her mind. For some reason he was the one Wolf he made her feel uneasy. It wasn't fear but perhaps it was slight admiration. Banshee knew he had been a slave to her family but with nothing but his skills he rose through the ranks. It was something that struck home with the girl. She never wanted to get a rank due to her name but only due to her attributes.

Banshee slithered from her den along one of the toes that made up the Wolfpaw Lake. A yawn formed from her jaws and she blinked the slumber from her eyes. She had already nibbled on a bit of 'breakfast' before leaving so she wasn't exercising on any empty belly. Thus, she hastily began to make her way towards the area between the ravine and the lake. - As she reached a proper clearing Banshee lifted her head and let forth a strong call that was meant for only one wolf. Sirius.

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