Hunting and gathering

Lia had heard the bleeting as she passed through, close to the battlefield. She’d hoped to see some wolves in action and get some tips from their fighting style. Vanta had promised to train her, and since she had gone missing… she just didn’t have much time to practise. Her fights were life or death now, and she knew that one mistake, one slip, and she would be gone. She really needed to get in more practice.

She had let the bleating distract her, and lead her towards a sheep partly trapped beneath a boulder. Perhaps it had gotten disturbed when some ice cracked and shifted. Whatever the reason, the poor creature was still alive. Determined to either end its misery or save it, she trotted closer. Its bleating grew louder, and over the racket she almost didn’t notice the two other wolves approaching.

She tensed, until she caught the scent of Armada wolves. She had never met these two, but she was somewhat friendly with the pack. “Hello, Armada wolves, is this sheep yours?” She asked, still a touch cautious. Perhaps she would always be that way.

Wc: 190
Total: 616

"Lia"