business as usual

The walk back to her den from the training area felt particularly long today. Her muscles were complaining, and as usual, she'd been a bit less focused. Not one of her best days, all in all, but she'd have to live with it. There was always something to be done, and she couldn't very well mope around in the meantime, could she? You can only do your best. Pretty words, but they felt pretty empty, today.

Arriving at the den, she pulled out the leather armor, wiggled through the openings and tugged at the straps. Luckily, the Armada was free from enemies. The most combat that armor had seen was a friendly spar, though Mala still took care to wear it every so often, to break it in. If and when there was a real battle, it would be another part of her, a second skin.

With a sigh, she eventually made her way over to the westernmost point of the border, where the sea's plain met the cluster of willow trees. The she-wolf began going clockwise. The sky was muddled with orange on the horizon, a wash of indigo fast approaching on the opposite side. It would be dark by the time she finished the patrol.

edited: broke the page >>>>.>>>>