Kill the World With Whatever it Takes

Brida

She was stepping foot, for the first time, in lands she knew had been claimed before. She was enough of a roamer since her grandfather had been scarcer, that she was getting out and investigating the world around her more and more, especially now that she was finally a yearling. She could go wherever she pleased whenever she wanted, without supervision. Not that much of that had been going on recently what with Valentine's old ass trying to keep an eye on....how many siblings did she have? How many kids did her father end up siring? She wasn't sure, but definitely more than she could count on one paw.

As she approached the faded borders of whatever pack once stood here, she perked her ears when she heard a howl. Not just any howl, but one that bore the tones of someone looking for a fight. She recognized the tone of that call. And eagerly, Brida moved to meet her would-be opponent. And it certainly didn't take long before the blue-coated yearling came across a pretty looking brown one, though she appeared sickly. Thinner than she was used to seeing. Definitely not like the muscular, battle-hardened Imperialis wolves of her family that she was used to. "I'll be your opponent today!" She exclaimed, a friendly yet challenging grin on her face.

WC: 545/1500

"Brida"

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Kill the World With Whatever it Takes

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Brida