Swing, hit, miss, try again
The call from her mother rang out all through the territory, and the girl sighed heavily. She'd just gotten comfy, and was about to take a nap! Grunting and grumbling, she flipped and flopped about in her den until she got herself situated on her feet. Head between her shoulders, the lass ambled casually toward the source of the sound. It wasn't too far, so she wouldn't have to worry about a lot of walking involved. Adventuring all day had left her a little tired, but she was quickly getting her energy back. Violet plume swung to and fro at her rump, and doe like steps drew her forth. She took in the assembled wolves in the clearing, and it didn't take long for her to deduce why they'd been called. Training was in session, for her and her fellow sentries. Well, she wouldn't turn down an opportunity to better learn her trade. She wanted to protect everyone, and she wouldn't get there just sitting around the territory being lazy. Ivory splashed features remained rather dead in expression as she surveyed the group, unable to muster her usual bubbliness. She'd grown comfortable here, and was beginning to feel less of a need to assert herself as friendly. Not to mention, she was feeling somewhat grumpy for being taken from her naptime. Her age had nothing to do with her love for sleeping, she rather enjoyed simply laying down in the shade and dozing for the better part of a day. A small smile played at her lips, directed at the others. "Hey y'all." She drawled casually, dropping her rump heavily onto the terra and slouching her shoulders forward. Posture wasn't too stunning with her to begin with, and it wasn't about to change. Recalling her first spar, lost to a slightly larger boy from another pack, she wondered how this would go. She was by far the tiniest of them, though Ritselli was only just a hair taller. Would her brilliant pelt do anything to her odds? A tiny frown would crease her features, and she thumped her tail against the ground nervously. |