teeth and claws
05-30-2020, 08:36 PM
The earth was a heartbeat beneath her paws, thumping with all the force of her as flurries of snow were left in her wake. Her strides carried her southward, down the eastern border of the Sea's Plain until she was hurtling down the shore. The yearling — well, almost two-years-old-ling, at this point — was on her fourth circuit around the training grounds when she slowed her pace. Once she was sure her velocity wouldn't bring her to a painful crash, the girl collapsed in a heap of limbs and tails, utterly exhausted.
For a few moments, she laid there, listening to her breath. She grunted, later, as she pulled herself up, just enough to twist around and lie on her back, tuck her forepaws over her chest. Malalia plastered her ears against her skull, and glared at the winter sun. Say something, I dare you.
Predictably, the sun had nothing to say to her, shining on without a word as it moved imperceptibly across the pale gray expanse. Snow glittered on the plain, the tide frothing at the shore several yards out, washing over her ears, which were slowly growing cold.
To say she was frustrated was an understatement. Everything was nipping at her heels these days — her new rank within the pack, Cairo’s injuries, her life before the Armada. She thought she’d been doing well, but lately she’d felt more and more off-key. Truthfully, her frustrations were beginning to burst at the seams in little, though she hadn’t recognized the pattern herself, yet. She could only eat, train, sleep, and repeat, and hope that this... whatever it was, would go away.
The girl turned over, hopped to her paws and gave a vigorous shake, bits of snow and ice flying everywhere. If nothing else, she could try. With an exhale, she set her sights on the plain for the fifth time.
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