Marked to Die: Battle Training!

The loss. She would never let it happen again or she would die in the process. She was determined to learn and improve upon her meager skills and so when the stormy female heard the call she rushed forth from her resting place and towards the meeting area. Defensive skills, offensive skills, dodging, she could always improve all of it. When she arrived she dipped her head out of respect towards the monarch and that who had called them all together, D?gmar. The Comte, or commander of hunters who was soon to be calling a hunt, was pleased and displeased with her rank. There was one thing she was after, she was after a specific role. She wanted to be the monarch's right hand wolf, the one who was sent to do all her dirty work. She had many skills to hone before that would happen.


Her amber eyes caught the other wolves gathered though she only focused on the monarch and the one of the Marquis had that called them together. "Hello." She greeted in an emotionless tone. She hated getting her emotions involved [even though it seemed to happen a lot] because it tended to interfere with her strategy. It was sad to know they were just flesh and bone. So easy to destroy... time would reveal her plan, but now was not that time. For now she was just the violent and forever loyal Comte of Arcanum.