its coarse and rough

*Ophelia* · 08-04-2021, 11:29 AM

Ophie remembered the result of their spar and even now could barely believe it. She was no good at fighting, didn't have the drive or interest and her attacks had always been so half-hearted at best. Like she was worried she'd do lasting damage...which in a real fight was kinda the point, no? She took after Zee far more than she even knew, some days she felt like she wasn't related to Sirius at all. Like they were cut from two completely different cloths, to her detriment it seemed.

"Fighting mostly. Last time was a fluke, completely accidental." No lasting damage was done, Kaija was fit as a fiddle from the looks of it.

As if she could see the pack from here, Ophie looked to the south but saw nothing but dry and dusty terrain stretching on as far as her eyes could see. She wondered how different it was from the Armada, what wolves spent their time doing in this part of the world. She knew wolves came from all walks of life, even some of Ashen spoke a strange language Ophie couldn't understand and had weird splotchy coats. Ophie guessed she just wanted to see more, see how it compared to all she knew and was familiar with. Maybe somewhere in the world they wouldn't force her to have a bath or run laps up and down the beach to lose weight. Ugh.

"Oh I'm from back south, kinda to the east, not too far from the battlefield. The Armada is...a warrior pack pretty much, everyone is real strong and trains all day and night. Just feels a bit too much you know? There's more to life than that...I hope." She offered Kaija a derpy grin, hoping to lighten the mood.

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its coarse and rough

Ophelia