Work Up an Appetite

Ara was psyched for the raid. Her long legs swallowed the miles as they made their way to Fenmyre and the place of the raid. Camping nearby, before preparing themselves for the coming fight. Manea lead them along the grass and to the shore, giving a short speech on her expectations just before the battle would begin.

As Manea was lining up, one of her shiny new leather leg wrappings came undone, flapping lightly in the wind. “Shit” She swore, bending down and yanking the thing tighter with her paws. The wolves around her began to move, and she hopped forward, paw in the air and leather in her mouth. “I’m coming!” she said over her full mouth as she finally got it to sit right.

Okay, now she was battle worthy. With spiky straps wrapping her horns, and leather up her calves. Bad ass, other than the slight wardrobe malfunction. She charged forward and into the fray of wolves, looking for an exciting opponent.

"Naráca Mendacium"