Watching, Waiting, Commiserating

Onyx had been venturing out of pack lands on her own lately, maybe she was coming of that age. She already thought she could take on the big and bad, things she certainly wasn't ready for. But really that wasn't her goal to come out here and scout for something to hurt or kill. Really, the pack had been getting boring. That red alpha guy hadn't been around again lately, at least not that Onyx saw. He could have been sick, or maybe he had some sort of camp out of the pack lands. She would never know, and really she didn't care. The only thing she really admired about the red kids was their interest in a fight. Her siblings and them were about the same age, so they were prime opponents for her to take on. Though, she would definitely take on an adult if given the opportunity. Her parents raised her more polite than that, surprisingly. She thought she was more capable than she was, but she wouldn't have fought an adult unless she was defending herself.

She had come out to The Wall south of the pack, she had been by a couple times. She was testing the waters with how often she could sneak out of home, and this seemed like a good and safe place to do so. She carefully ventured up a crumbled part of the wall so she could trail along top of it. She had never done that before so it was new to her, but it didn't seem that way as she was quickly pacing along the beam, up and down, watching her steps but not thinking twice about where she was putting them.

"Onyx"