Formal Training

Walk | Talk | Think

Purposeful, the young wolf's large paws carried her at a steady pace through the rustling grasses and across the verdant plains. Her gaze, such a bright green that it rivaled even the stems below her feet, was set resolutely ahead upon an invisible border that she drew herself closer and closer to, determination apparent within the set of her jaw and the upward, confident lift of her head. This was no aimless wandering that brought her to these parts, no boredom that could only be cured with a little curious adventure. No, the brown, bear-like wolf was here to train.

Ever since the festival, Bera's determination to prove herself as a warrior had intensified. She had watched Thor participate in fights hosted by the woman who had ruled the pack known as Ebony, met with the patchwork male who had sparred against her brother and learned from him, and had her own dreams fueled by knowing she could have been a part of it all. She had been too young at the time, still round with puppy-like cuteness, but now she was nearing the end of her first year upon this earth, moving into the graceless stage of a yearling, and with it she hoped to move into formal training for the profession she had already deemed hers.

She had not met the woman who had put on the festival though Thor had told her about the Drottning. She had not sounded like an exceptionally large wolf as compared to the brawny vision her brother gave, but she had sounded strong and sure nonetheless, and the fact she had offered the spars in the manner she had was enough to pique Bera's interest. Of course, word traveled incredibly fast in these lands, and no sooner had Bera put it in her head that she wished to seek out packs around her that might offer the training she required, preferably in some sort of apprenticeship, she had heard of the masked woman's victory in her bid for a pack, and the news was met with excitement. This! This was her chance!

The border's scent, still fresh and new, gave the young brown wolf pause as she stopped clear of it, feeling just the slightest bit of nerves. She drew in a deep breath and released it slowly, quietly out of her muzzle. This was what she wanted; there was no reason to feel anxious about it. Everything was going to work out in the end. Comforting herself with her promising thoughts, Bera parted her jaws and called to the newly established pack, unsure who would come greet her but hoping they would be open to listening, and perhaps making an offer, for her request.