Sharpen the Knife

March had been taking things slow. Doctor's orders unfortunately, though she doubted her mother had much medical knowledge. It didn't make her any less correct though, and the pup hadn't been quite so eager to spend her winter outside just yet. This season was focused on frequent walks, exercise. Building her strength back up slowly, so she could get used to weight on her paws.

Didn't stop the itch though. She wanted to help, to learn as much as her siblings had. More importantly, she wanted to fight. She could only channel so much into running, sometimes you needed someone to bite. She had plenty baggage hanging around, and she was ready to put it to use. She called, message clear in tone. It was not a loud howl, it didn't have to be. She hoped to kill two birds with one stone in this meeting, a step towards the life that had been taken from her, and one towards becoming a proper part of the pack.