in the bleek midwinter

Banshee walked with confident steps and flicking ears. She listened to her surroundings as well as the femme at her side speak. Amusement glistened within those vibrant blue eyes. Skyfire let it be known that she had little to no fighting experience. That seemed to cause Banshee to raise a curious brow. Though, as she explained that Sirius saw potential in her the fanged gal offered a quick nod. Sirius was a good judge of character and if he saw something in the fae then Banshee would trust his judgement. "Stubborn and dedicated... Two good traits of a fighter to-be. I wish you luck in your training, Skyfire. "

As they moved along the beach Skyfire asked aboutt what is to be expected on their patrol. Banshee couldn't help but to let forth a small laugh at the comment about Sharks. "Predators can be blinded by their thirst for prey. Some are so bold as to waltz into our territory without a care in the world to hunt in our grounds." A grave threat to the pups. "As we moved along the beach we will move up the border of the plains and the weeping woods. The weeping woods is home to a lot of predator and prey activity, as well as other Wolves. As we patrol we must look for any signs of movement across the border and take note of the scents."