Crocodile Dundee

With news of the upcoming practice raid against the Armada, Pestilence knew she needed some time away to clear her head. It had felt like in her short life already her path had shifted so many times, from a proud Klein-Abraxas to only a Klein at heart, from her goal set on achieving the high ranking of Daimyo, to knowing that her time there had come to an end. The news of an Abraxas alpha and his pack moving nearby at the meeting only further set her decision. As a princess of Ashen she could not be allowed to hate them, but perhaps joining Alarr in Fireside might help her to feel less constricted.

Having beaten Harbringr in her last spar the yearling had felt her training was coming to and end, and to punctuate that victory she'd decided upon hunting down and killing one last beast. In the season previous she'd stumbled upon more than her fair share of bears, though she'd not tasted their blood nor took home any trophies. She wasn't a pup any longer, and with or without help she'd prove herself powerful by finding an apex predator far from home. If only she was a better tracker. Pestilence kept her nose low to the ground, occasionally letting out annoyed grunts along with her loud sniffs. Had she lost the trail when it crossed the water onto the island? This sucked.