Camp Life

March had prepared for a life on the go, travelling territory to territory as nomads, shedding all ties with the land they stood, only really having each other. While it was a romantic prospect, it still had felt achievable. Clearly, she had underestimated the largeness of their inventory, and how much of a pain in the ass it would be to lug all of it around Boreas. Still, she knew that the day would come, as they, the collective, would leave their old haunts. She wondered if Aerie would ever resettle, and she wondered if she would want that to happen. Her days were now filled with menial tasks punctuated by the occasional spar, helping other wolves pack and assisting in some heavy lifting. The latter was a task she took irregularly, given her inherent lack of mass. She found herself dreaming of running free, siblings at her side, exploring every corner of the continent together. She'd work for that dream, regardless of what painful monotony it took.

Her emotional state had improved significantly, the Spring tussles bringing a sort of clarity. Not peace though, not yet. Her paws still stung from her tussle with Asmodeus, a reminder of how much work was ahead of her. If only she could grow spines like him, then maybe she would be able to speed up the process. She didn't, and she most likely wouldn't, and she'd have to train like the rest. Unfair as all hell, but that was life.

She had spotted Eligos outside of the tent, and she thought of talking to him. She debated it a long while, before padding up to him, caution clear in her step. She did not know this man. She should've, but she didn't. Such antipathy didn't seem suitable she thought, towards a man she was expected to work under. The moment he layed eyes on her sister, she had gotten defensive, hostile even. Out of instinct she supposed, but she wanted to banish it completely, assure herself that this was not a leader who would betray the will of his god, betray her mother's will, betray Ono, betray her. "Eligos, may I have a word?"