Roll Call

Desponia was really getting tired of these training sessions if she was being honest. Yes she hadn't really been a part of a pack before so maybe she'd never been in a raid per se but she'd been practically raised to fight and particularly to avoid raising anyone's ire too much. The idea of not getting too bloodthirsty, not getting too hungry to maim seemed obvious to her and she struggled not to roll her eyes. Maybe the rest of the pack needed to be told not to make things worse for themselves, she didn't exactly have a good mental image of her family or those who would devote themselves to her sister. Desponia kept herself impassive, watched with disinterest and kept herself quiet. She trusted her survival instincts quite a bit, they'd saved her life more times than any instruction ever really had, and Desponia was a much less rash wolf than, it seemed at least, those around her.

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