Games at the border

*Malalia* · 05-12-2020, 08:33 PM

Despite her usual penchant for waking late and going to bed later, mornings weren't all bad, especially when she was prepared for them. Malalia was bright and chipper as she made her way towards the border, where she planned to meet the cheerier Armada heir. Pachou followed close at her heels, complacent with the meal they'd shared and completely attentive, for once. Recently, training the wolverine had focused on his attention span, how quickly and precisely he followed her commands and how long he could hold them. It wasn't easy, but they were reaching milestones every day.

They both were. This patrol would be the first of, hopefully, a growing list of responsibilities within the Armada. More than anything, she wanted to become the best warrior she could be. For herself. For the Armada.

The winged pup soon came into view and Mal smiled, seeing him practicing his fighting moves. She lifted her nose to the chilly air, grinning when she realized that the wind was in her favor. Of course, across the treeless plain he might spy her anyway, but that didn't stop the wolf from treading quickly and silently across the grass, and leaping up in an attempt to tackle him from behind. "Good morning!"

"Speech"

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