Silvertip Mountain The brown ghost

Vectra just flipped her ears back, choosing not to comment as the male said that she should be proud her family wanted to treat her like a porcelain doll. her face taking on that of a somewhat uncomfortable wolf as she remembered how they chided over her, the expression quickly went away however as the male asked why she came here. "i want to become a guardian, a warrior, my old pack wouldn't let me fight, they said I was to pretty to get hurt. So I have come here to prove my worth, hopefully I can here" she said, with a hopeful voice, she had always wanted to be a warrior, and her family never wanted that. Even though it was kind of her dream.


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