Wolf RPG

The Warmaiden didn't know anything about the promotions and initiations that were at hand, yet, but she felt a change. She wasn't sure who it was, or if anything was actually happening, but the pale behemoth was eager to please and equally eager to climb the ranks as much as possible.

Hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry-

Following the scent of The Listener, Nyra chuffed loudly some many paces from behind, approaching with a barely contained haste, and when she drew closer, berries still pulsing in her system, she asked.

"What plans do you have for me?" It was a gritty, yet calm, curious tone. The look on her face purposefully readable to hopefully hint that she wanted to rise further. Higher.
"What must I do to climb?" She added after a moment, just in case extra context was needed.

what must i do to climb?

to ascend. the listener turned from her task, eyes dark and burning upon the woman. the queen.

you are close. you have learned how to hear the truth among the lies, the whispers among the screams. now, you must give to the spirits, for they knew nothing of charity. the prophet had paid her own price for their whispers, a price far greater than blood. a trade. a life for a life. your new life.

then you will be shown the way.

"I will find someone." Nyra breathed her vow.
With that, the Warmonger dipped her head and disappeared back into the terrain. 

She was given a task. 

Now she would hunt for blood.