Bearclaw Valley seamoss

She was beckoned along with another she-wolf, one of white-and-red. A mute apparently, and built like a rock. Already it seemed she was to be tested, failure could mean death. Or worse, dishonor. 
"I have not tasted the thrill of battle, no. I sought warriors to become like you." 
To become strong as the lions of her homeland. "I learn fast." Claws flexed into the dirt, leaving deep furrows. 

(Sorry for the super short reply, my muse is kicking my ass)