Broken Angel
01-11-2015, 02:24 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Pack life with her brothers was incredibly more exciting than pack life had been on her own. She watched them much of the time, particularly when she thought they had not noticed her, trying to see how it was they would try to fit in. She had only ever seen them within their little familial group outside the boundaries and restrictions of packs, only within the comfort of their familiarity with each other, and noting how they attempted to navigate the new waters with all these new wolves that they needed to befriend and impress in order to fit in was entertaining. The same was expected of her, but Bera felt she had a paw in water already because of her stay within Yfir not so very long ago. She had taken to training right away, though by herself and in her own way as that was easiest. Getting to know the borders that she was going to eventually protect had been the first step, and the second had been to get herself back into the habit of rigorous exercise. Running was her starting point, but Bearcub did not stop when she hit the border of the pack lands. Instead, she kept going, racing and working and exerting herself past the point when she likely should have stopped. In her eyes, it was all for the better, and she could deal with the consequences so long as she ended up better for the effort. Her large paws continued to eat up the snow, tossing it up behind her with the speed of her gait, and only stopped when she felt her body nearly give out on her. With a huge, heavy sigh, the brown yearling slowed, stumbling and then flopped into the snow, breathing heavily as she lay there. Maybe she should have stopped running sooner. Bera was not even sure where she had ended up, though what she could see did not look anything like the Red Forest. She needed to rest, to catch her breath. And then she was going to try to race all the way back to Regium before the rest of the day got away from her. |