growth

Her promotion was minor, but Blanc was a woman inspired. Blanc had earned her high rank in her previous home; there was something to be said about rising due to action. It was true, she had fought many for their place, but she also worked to keep it. She was a yearling, but her experience went beyond that. Her father had been tough to she and her siblings, not allowing weakness. If there was to be a runt to be identified, it ought to have been her due to being born last. Her father had once looked down on her for that, the uncontrollable; it hardened her, even despite her mothers constant softness. This hardness enabled her to fight harder, push further, than her siblings; and so, when the day came to be placed, of her siblings she was on top. Her biggest rival had been her brother, but she had beaten him many a time. He was dense, taking to his surname quite well, but incredibly strong. It was his pride that did him in; in time, he would likely go off to acquire his own real estate as his father had. As would her other brother, though she imagined her sister would stay.

In any case, these idle thoughts did her very little good at the moment. Blanc had been laying upon a canopy of freshly fallen snow, but no longer could she dither while waiting for the sun to rise. She was restless, and the Tartok youth rose and trotted toward the border. Her slight rise had motivated her to do more; and so, she would. For now, she would begin by patrolling the borders. In time, she would determine what co-rank she desired. But Blanc would never let it be said that she did not contribute actively to her place here, and so it was best to begin early.

The cold nipped at her furs, which were being tousled by the wind; her ears shifted atop her head to listen for any approaching wolves or telltale signs of prey. Her nose brushed against the floor for an instant, though there were no new scents around. When she arrived to the border, Blanc did what any wolf would. She pressed her face into the ground, rubbing her muzzle into the earth before leaning further downward and pushing her neck down as well. In time, her whole body was rolling and pressing into the earth, her own scent glands now imbued in the territories odor. She rose, shook the snows from her fur, and began to move onward to continue marking.