The Heart Of A Warrior

Life is a strange thing. One minute, you’re a pup traveling with your nomadic family and the next, your walking alone toward an unknown future. Athena ponders the strange workings of the world as she ambles, lazily through a forest. This place, like every other place in this land is strange to her but she has her nose to guide her way. A pair of wolves is the reason she is in this strange forest. She had been at the Love Day Carnival, enjoying the festivities, eating good food and had watched the tournaments with great excitement. There was a pair that had caught her eye, a huge brute and a smaller, but just as fierce, warrior lady. She had marveled at the way the pair worked in tandem and the nomadic wolf had decided that she wants to be a great fighter like them.

So, when the pair had left, Athena had loosely trailed them, hanging back so as not to draw too much attention to herself. When they crossed a land bridge, Athena had hesitated, glancing back to the land behind her. Sure, this land is strange but at least she is familiar with places behind her. However, the pull to be a great fighter has her turning back to the land bridge and squaring her shoulders with confidence. Then she had quickly crossed the bridge. Rain greets and for a short, terrifying moment, Athena loses the pair’s trail. Luckily, she is was able to find it again and she now stands near the scent marked broader of a pack land. Tilting her head back, Athena releases a howl.


"Athena Nocturna"