New day

Briar trotted along the edge of the water, following the curve of the beach. Over the last season or so with all the traveling and training she had been doing her body had started to show the effects of that. She had started to slim down, all the last traces of puppy fat fading away and leaving behind only slim, toned muscle. It wasn’t like she wasn’t eating enough—she was pretty sure Lia wouldn’t allow that to happen—but still, she was enjoying the way she was developing and she didn’t want that to stop now that she was back to staying in the Armada consistently until the summer. She started doing these runs in the mornings along with a patrol just to get some distance under her paws and make sure she was staying active.

She looked out across the ocean in the direction of Auster with a flick of her ears before refocusing her gaze on the path ahead of her. After her talk with Bowen before she left she decided there was no point in pining over The Hallows and how much she wanted to be there. She would get there before she knew it. The rest of winter and spring would fly by and once summer came she’d be able to have what she wanted. It didn’t make sense to continue making herself miserable in the meantime. She still had her family here and even if she didn’t feel that close to them most of the time they were still family.

She reached the edge of the beach where it began to turn into Ashen territory and she slowed her steps, turning around and doubling back toward the Armada training area. With her patrol and run done the day was pretty open for whatever she wanted to do. She looked at the training grounds and noticed that no one had maintained them recently and there was some oceanic things washed up around the sandy arenas. With a little shrug she figured that would be an easy enough task to do before she moved on to something else so she started picking up and moving bits of driftwood, a clump of seaweed, and other various obstacles that might get in the way during a spar.

"Briar Fatalis"