battle beneath the moon

Vanta had spent countless hours of the night perched in a border-hugging tree and watching into the adjacent battleground, seeing wolves come and go and spectating from afar the rare bloody combat. It seemed a place all wolves came to improve themselves and held unspoken rules on not murdering anyone. Vanta desperately wanted to attend a match, to fight someone who wasn't related to her for once. After countless days harassing her mother, the aging woman reluctantly decided to agree.

Her mother stayed close, ready to jump in at a moments notice if any wolf seemed to have ill intentions with her child. Vanta was ignorant to the worry entirely, more worried about putting on a good show and learning something then she could ever be about being truly hurt or even kidnapped. Even then, Zee had warned her multiple times that an opponent might not even arrive. After all, what responsible parent would let their puppies wander in the middle of the night to a place such as this?

Even aware that her call may go unanswered, Vanta was still determined to sing the song of a challenger. Tipping her head back she let loose a loud, squeaky call. Hoping someone her own age might be near enough to hear and interested in a friendly puppy duel.