Its A Perfect Dark Here (MATURE)

The stars shone brightly with a hint of a few clouds in the night sky. Ypres was patrolling the area as usual to make sure things were in order for the night, and that no interlopers were to be caught here; otherwise they would have a problem on their paws. Her eyes scanned the nightly heavens trying to forecast the weather for the next day, but she was no good at star gazing or any of that crap. She wouldn't mind learning a new trade now and again, but it took time. Rome wasn't built in one day.
A smug expression could be seen upon her features, but there was no one there to see it, and if there was, whom would catch her with the look of doubt, yet conceit written upon her face?
Eyes scanned the terrain as they focused within the darkness. Ears adjusted to the sound of waves crashing upon shore; as it was something one needed to get accustomed to especially coming from all sorts of lands and different packs. Ypres was happy here, and this was home. Something she had been searching for her entire life. She often felt misunderstood, and it was part of why she started self teaching herself new tongues. To be heard, to be understood, to be known. Ypres was a stubborn bitch, and knew what she was after in life, and never feared going for it.
Follow your dreams, as no one will make them come true but you. Ypres was a wolf that could surprise even the most stereotypical, or doubtful wolf; as she seemed to surprise the Alpha of these lands with her speech craft; a trade proved to be quite useful indeed. Ypres's smugged expression turned into a proud smile as she gazed back up at the stars and observed the thin clouds. She assumed it was going to be a nice day the next day, but she would only have to wait and see.
Looking straight ahead she noted no one was around and decided to go for a speed run to test her speed. Suddenly ripping her paws from the beach kicking up sand, she fled like a bat out of hell as if running to kill or to survive.

Can you run faster scared than me pissed?


That was the first thing that raced throughout the core of her mind as she booked it. She raced fast and hard to the other end of the beach. Not bad for someone who had short legs and a stout stocky body. The flame pointed lady ran from one side of the beach to the next within half a minute. The beach was long but she wasn't one to tell distance either. A talented girl, but not that talented. Without stopping she swiftly spun around and raced right back again. Ypres would would leap over logs, jump over invisible things, and maneuver about as if to dodge an attack.
Ypres clearly was bored out of her mind, but it was good to keep in shape and in practice. She finished her routine after some time, and she could feel eyes watching her from afar. Who was it? Who was there? Hackles raised in defense as the short lady took residence of Guardianship. Perhaps she was just thinking too much, or maybe she just assumed someone spying on her?