Marked to Die: Battle Training!

Hearing the howl, Narfi would stir in her cluttered den, limbs stretching out, knocking over a few items around her. A low satisfied groan left her limbs as she felt the muscles beneath her coat stretch out, ready to be used as soon as possible today. Quickly once that was done she would twist around, rolling over onto her belly before standing and squeezing out of her den where she would then shake debris out of her fur. Off she went, heading in the direction the howl had come from, gaze scanning the area and nose sniffing at the air to see who had already arrived. Only a pawful of member so far, good, she wasn't late.

Quietly she would move in from behind the gathered wolves, taking sit a bit to the side, gaze going to the Monarch then towards the one who seemed to have called them, the Marquis Draegmar.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"