We Are Divines, The Apples In Their Eyes.

The ivory Queen had recently been accepted into the pack of Abaven from the wonderful Bass, the leader of the pack. Yet, she had been a little disappointed when she had been put in the beginning ranks of a guard in the pack. Yet, 'twas only fair, getting a high beginner rank and being the best the ivory Queen could be, just wouldn't be fair to her other pack mates.

The girl was suddenly remembered the pale and obsidian woman that presented herself next to the Azat when she had been accepted into the pack. The woman was of strong posture, most possibly a warrior. Maybe even lead warrior in Bass's pack. Yet, she also remembered her words about how the two divines could take a walk and discuss things. Anzhelika figured this could best be an opportunity to improve her guard skills- and friendship with the woman. So the ivory Queen would pace around the Abaven borders, Sabre absent from her neck. Today he seemed to be missing, exploring the new pack lands and probably creating new scaled friends.