Shake Off The Rust [Dorian]

Settling into her role as a pack wolf had taken awhile. Dagrún focused on getting familiar with the layout of Ethne's territories as well as its borders which she patrolled when she could. It left little time for training and working on her physique beyond the exercise of walking.

After her shift on patrol was finished she headed to the base of the falls. The walk had limbered her up but still she felt it prudent to stretch. She arched her back up and down, wincing as her spine popped before she lifted her left front leg onto a rock and leaned back to stretch it. All the while Dag debated about what she'd do. Rock climbing? She could try climbing up the face of the falls. Really a spar sounded like the most fun. That or finding some coyotes or something to mess with.