Under the Trees

@Sidewinder

Mara had been exploring the spine for a couple days now, but she had only officially met one of her pack members. She shook her head, trying to figure out what she had been doing for the past few days if she hadn't been making friends. Mara was a very social wolf, she needed to be around others 24/7, and this was not working for her. She had to find something to do before she drove herself insane.

The crisp autumn air filled the shadowed forest and the fallen pine needles felt springy beneath her paws. If she really wanted to raise higher in the ranks and become a warden, then she would have to practice. After walking for some time, she came across a small, sandy hollow. She dragged a large branch to the middle of it and backed away. Crouching, she growled at the stick. She was sure that to any by-passers she would look crazy, but there weren't any by-passers that she had seen. Mara sprung and grabbed the stick between her teeth, giving it a sharp twist that snapped it in half. She dropped the stick and sad down on the soft sand. She needed someone real to spar with, someone who would respond to her attacks.