You live. You learn.

The delicate babe would touch paw to her home turf once again, the air would fill her lungs as she stepped onto the battlefield. The faint metallic scent of blood would arouse her interest as teacup paws carried her over the grasses. Golden rimmed gaze would take in the massive fields, seemingly empty and hers for the taking. Lips would tilt up in an undeniable smirk as her form would flow over the expanse. She felt right, she felt powerful, and she finally felt at home. Isolde would enjoy the time she had spent on her own, being able to think to herself for once. She had been able to focus on herself, now though. She was a yearling now, it was time to start making a name for herself. She wouldn't live in her family's shadow forever.?