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*Surreal* · 09-11-2014, 10:45 PM

Surreal Adravendi

She stretched out in the sunlight, eyes closed, breathing slow and deep. She had no reason to have her guard up; Falk was nearby, as ever, and would warn her if trouble came near. So she was taking a well needed nap. Pregnancy was a taxing process, even with the enjoyable parts. She just hoped she wouldn?t become the type of pregnant mother that snapped at anyone and everything at the slightest reasons. She stretched peacefully, toes spreading as her spine curved, before her frame went limp again and a sigh hissed through her nostrils. One ear flicked at a fly that had decided to buzz around her head, and soon enough, she surfaced from her nap and rolled up onto her belly, eyes still shut, head settling between her paws.

Drowsily, her mind returned to her plans, discarding possible rank names. Her mother had opted for something similar to what Chrysanthe had used. Alpha, Beta, Digamma, Gamma, and so on. She wanted to try something new. Perhaps terms from times long past. She wouldn?t have the pack become too large. With a pack as large as Valhalla had been? It was easy to lose track of members. With smaller numbers, it would be a closer knit unit. Family, and friends. But they would be more than that. They would be warriors. And she hoped to make them formidable. A pack other packs would think first before attacking.

She snapped to her paws and stretched. If she was going to make a pack into strong warriors, first, she would need to focus on herself especially, and those around her. She finished stretching, rising to her paws and giving herself a shake, before her eyes swept the surroundings. She issued a short bark for her brother. She and Castiel had a lot of catching up to do, and a spar wouldn?t be unwelcome at all. In fact, she was itching for one.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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