Take a Break

Walk | Talk | Think

Life within Yfir was growing more comfortable by the moment, though Katja had not been kidding when she had spoken of the rigorous training and expectations that she would be under. Bera could not determine yet whether her unexpected relation to her mentor, Freyja, worked in her favor or not, but it hardly seemed to change the training regimen. Thankfully, the young brown wolf loved it. For the first time in her life she was actually being treated like an equal to her peers, not looked down upon for being a girl in what was supposedly a boy's world. She was being pushed to work harder, to move faster, to fight stronger, and not once was weakness or failure excused simply because of her gender. It all made her feel even more confident and sure of her decision to come here.

All of it at once, however, after only following a regimen that she had designed herself, proved to her how out of shape she was. While she hoped she was doing better than someone with no skill or training whatsoever, the Bearcub felt as if she was below the level of where she should have been, and she felt it presently. It manifested in the form of aching limbs, sure to grow into bruising later on once the true tests of strength were undergone. Though she looked forward to it all immensely, for right now she needed a small breather.

Bera's achy limbs dragged her ear-less form across the Yfir border and into the large, green valley beyond, taking to the openness of it, the ever changing scents and smells, and the coolness of the grasses. Though without anything to provide protection or shelter form the elements or even other wolves, the brown yearling liked it here. When it was quiet, when all she could hear was the wind rustling through the lively blades as it stirred her coat, there was a peace that could be felt here that she could not find anywhere else. Of course, with her task of learning the warrior trade, there were not often times for her to get away as she presently did, sitting herself down amid the grasses before lowering herself to her stomach to rest her chin upon her outstretched paws. No, this little stolen visit was a rarity, just as she had been warned. But that only made it all the more special.