Raring to Go

Azure · 04-24-2020, 07:23 AM

There was a noticeable shift in the energy around the territory since the meeting had been dismissed. While the news of the upcoming raid was surely a topic on everyone's mind it was not the only change to affect the two sister packs. Azure's father had opened the rank of Reaper to determined Armada wolves, the Empress had birthed her children, and Sirius had named two of his sons heir and promised that one would be chosen to assume his title when he was gone. Azure had always been competitive, though now he had something real to strive for - a throne of his own some day.

At some point he was sure his mother would force him to go meet Deathbelle's new pups, perhaps send him and his brother on some sort of heir-bonding mission but for now he planned only to train as hard as he could and prove to Sirius that he was the preferred choice to succeed him. In the young boy's mind there was no better way to prove his worth, kindness and a soft touch got a wolf nowhere in life.

He was on his way to Sea's Plain to fight some more imaginary opponents on the blood stained sand when he spotted one of the newer members imitating his fighting style. Battling phantoms was much more interesting then bloodying tangible wolves, and it came at much less risk to his own skin as well. "Hey!" The boy shouted, galloping up towards the woman and nearly stumbling upon his overly-wide paws in the process. "That's my thing, how I train. You can't have it." His brows furrowed and his maimed ears twitched in aggravation. Who did this wolf think she was, copying the Heir to the Ashen Armada?

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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