Dragoncrest Cliffs winter hit me, hiroshima

She is given a few moments of silence (part of her knows it won’t last long) but perhaps her new company is simply falling into task of marking where needs to be marked and checking for sins of disruption. The borders are not often something she concerns herself with in her training—she simply knows how to do it—but there is nothing for her to do in the moment until things begin to settle. Eventually she will learn from the Heda herself but until she has her undivided attention—with or without her mate—she will be patient. She will train other areas others can help her with and it seems, in the meantime, she is to entertain a child.

“It is vigorous. It started when I could walk but I can’t say I remember that much,” she tells her. Mostly they pushed her around, tested her reflexes, kept her on her toes of survival and kept her secluded from anyone she may consider family. “But there is a lot of history to our pack, even before Thuringwethil, to learn, and to be physically prepared we are also trained to fight,” she adds. There is more but those are where she currently excels for one reason or another. “It is all to prepare me to take over one day. Or, if there are other fos goufas born between now and then, to be the strongest of them to lead.”