Celosia didn’t like being so untethered. Her relationships with her family and packmates had never exactly been well developed, and with her father giving up the pack she had a feeling that her siblings would grow even more distant than they already were. She had grown somewhat apathetic since her father vanished, things she used to put so much effort into falling to the wayside. While he was away, she had fought, and lost, her first battle. She hadn’t known who to go to for training, and was admittedly uncomfortable admitting to anyone how lacking she was in her training. It was easier to fight strangers that didn’t know who she was, but seeking out strangers to fight, and likely lose to, seemed even more unappealing.
As she trekked through the woods, she caught her fathers scent. Having yet to have any one on one time with him since his return, she figured now was as good a time as any to try and get some training in. She approached quietly, quickly realizing that he must have been tracking prey, a deer from what she could tell, and she wordlessly fell into step beside him.
