Clean slates

*Champion* · 04-02-2013, 03:54 PM

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The like the bear she was, Champion came thundering across the Lentajin lands - her tail swinging high and curled, her pink tongue lolling out, and her massive paws beating out a wardrum's song upon the terra. She could move subtley and quietly when she wished - but only at slow speeds. She preferred an all out run.

She'd been within the borders, well, barely even a day. Seen no one but Newt, and seen nothing but dry streambeds and dying grass. Lentajin was in a drought - and for a Far Northerner like Champion that was serious bad news. Still, she'd gone through hardships before, and now her job wasn't to worry about herself, but to see to the needs of others. Or such she explained to herself.

Champion was under no illusions. This pack had some moral quirks that didn't allign with her own - coldblooded murder, being somewhere at the top of the list - but Champion wasn't going to let that put her off. This was still a pack which Newt planned to turn into a legion of warriors and the Timber cross was proud to be a part of that. Proud to take her place at Newt's side - for, with the grey-lady's recent offer of the post of Chevalier, Champion found herself a Beta at the age of two. As far as experience and strength went though, age was just a number; she truly felt herself up to the task and was ready to prove herself in an instant. Her fangs, freshly stained by a rabbit she'd caught on the way in, gleamed in the bright summer sun.

Now Champion reached the source of the howl. So far three other wolves had gathered around what remained of a stream. One of them was Newt - her violet eyes as unreadable as ever, but the others were strangers - a humble looking white male and a brown she-wolf. They didn't seem to be talking. Just.... waiting.

Of course! This was a pack meeting! Champ's birthpack had been so militaristic that no such thing was ever needed. Every now and then a War Council might form among the elite but most news and orders went down the lines of the rank and file. During her brief stay in Tortuga there had been one such meeting. But it had bored her near to tears. Hopefully this one would be a little more exciting.

Champion slowed to a sway backed trot and showed herself into the ring. She made quiet a figure - bested in size only by the Queen - and there only by an inch. She was a monster of thick fur, coiled muscle and blood red eyes. But for all that she was a welcoming sort - always looking to start a rumble, never looking to make an enemy. She nodded her head in greeting to her leader and sat herself down not far away.

She remained quiet, but flashed Newt a quizzical look. "This all we have to work with?" she seemed to ask silently. Seemed Champ had her job cut out for her. Oh well. She relished a challenge.

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~I?m now becoming my own S.e.l.f.-.f.u.l.f.i.l.l.e.d. Prophecy ~

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