Testaments of Dedication

@Godfrey , as promised! Welcome to RHC! :D
Edit: @Ashton maybe? Forward-dated to the present!

Hunting, hunting, and more hunting. That was what Somnia had been doing. Her legs were finally screaming for her to take a break. But, there was more food to attempt to catch! With winter on board, it took a while to scent and locate various prey-animals. To reward Somnia of her hard work, the scent of squirrel wafted over from somewhere nearby. Commence Somnia Civil War II. The squirrel was right there, practically waiting be caught by her. But her legs! They ached from all the adrenaline-filled chases; some success stories, others, failures. Fine the legs won this round, but not for long! She would rest, but as long as her legs stopped protesting, she would resume hunting.

With a huff, Somnia walked away from the squirrel, towards the borders. A somewhat familiar scent hit her nose. It was the scent of another newcomer, one of the newbies who joined before the large influx of new members that filled Redhawk Caldera's ranks. His scent had been throughout the territory for a few weeks, yet Somnia hadn't had the chance to meet him. Well, maybe now she did.