Fuel to the Flame

Her father commanded their attention with his very presence. The way he spoke, the way he walked, the way he breathed... She wanted to exude this level of confidence and charisma. If any of them falters, they weaken the whole... ohh... Like that wall on the outskirts! With the tumbly bits strewn through it!

Her brow furrowed slightly as he mentioned being called to lead, but not being afraid to follow. She found herself standing as he moved on to the physical part of the lesson. Her tail waving excitedly at the prospect of leading this charge! Despite the incessant cicadas and oppressive heat, she drank in his words like they were a fountain in a desert.

As soon as he finished speaking with his directions as to volunteers she bounded forward with a swift decision!

"Me! I wanna be the spearhead!" She exclaimed and stood proudly on the spot, her gaze landing on her siblings and the other as if to dare them to take it away from her. She knew where her strengths lay. Her eyes lingered on Zagan with a mischievous glint, she could lead a charge just as well as he could lead a retreat.