Dragoncrest Cliffs Dark Flake

She spent the majority of her time patrolling the borders, knowing it was the duty of a guardian— something she hoped to be someday, though she had yet to fight anyone. Sparring would come later, when Drageda had reestablished itself here. It was an exciting time, but the dark wraith hoped they would settle into a sense of normalcy soon. There was much for her to learn from the members of her new pack, but none of them seemed to have time to mentor her. It was an exercise in patience.

The snow lent itself to seeing wolves of darker coats especially well, and when she saw a black silhouette approach, she immediately altered course. Although she had made an error with Seregryn, the yearling knew she could not falter in her diligence— it was better to ward off trespassers and risk irritating a wolf known to the commander than to allow a ne'er-do-well within their borders.

Her lips pulled back to show flashing teeth as she approached, the guard hairs along her spine standing at their ends. Emaleth held her tail high behind her, her movements rigid with dominance. "You trespass, vagabon. State your business or go."