The Hunt is On

*Azalea* · 05-19-2013, 09:29 PM

Azalea padded through the lands. She had originated in the most narrow portion on the lands but had branched out. The growing maiden was blossoming into a beautiful young lady. Over the last six months she had grown exponentially. At almost a year old the coming Winter saw her a mini adult. With winter fur beginning to come in she knew it was could not be long now before she reached the official year mark.

So much had changed in Valhalla lately but the essential things remained ultimately the same. The seasons still changes, the pack still grew, and that pack needed to be fed. That was the duty she was given today. Hunting. It was not her favorite task, she had the heart of a fighter, but it was one that she accepted easily. Hunting was not a down grade. It made her important and allowed her to work her muscles.

Epiphron would be joining the female today, making Azalea's step bouncier as her nerve endings sent wild signals of alarm. She had never been alone with her Aunt but she had always looked up to her. It was probably childish of her to be so influenced by someone she had not met face to face but they were still related which brought them, at least, near to each other often. Epiphron and Chrysanthe. They were Azalea's role models, the strong females of her world. They symbolized what she hoped to be: independent, proud, and one of a kind.

Az reached her destination, a mile from the river. She stood at the edge of a pasture of yellow-green grass that was dotted with pockets of trees. Hopefully they would find deer or similar prey here. Valhalla being a place of plenty, she was confident that they would.

With amber eyes surveying the land, she seated herself, ears pulling back and flipping forward. She was anxious for Epiphron's arrival, already hungry for the chase.

Speech,

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