Golden Glade rocky training montage

The cold wind on her face no longer felt foriegn, rather it became a sensation she had come to enjoy. With each step she took along the snow covered meadow she could feel the steady pulse of her beating heart. It had been long since Mictec felt this alive, not dancing the fine line of starvation, her injury almost completely healed that she made herself run. Running in no clear direction, just for the thrill of feeling alive in her own body after months of abuse. Building back up her endurance to be the huntress she had always been without having to fear the impacts it may have on the pack. Now she was in control, the way she was destined to be, but she was now building a place in her vision, a place that would welcome others like her.

The twitch of her nose caught the faint scent as her marigold eyes widened. The hunt was on. She was quick to turn on her heels, making a beeline to her next victim. Winter was here, a storm would be approaching so there was no time to waste.

Her pace slowed as she steadied her breath the more pungent the scent became. Body close to the ground, ears flickered about as she tried to locate the prey.