Swiftcurrent Creek All I Can Say Is

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She had been practicing her hunting, and had been patrolling along the borders. Growing pains made her moody, sour and ravenous. Her apatite could be satisfied with food, which she was now able to catch for herself. She refused offerings from @Arlette as her way of proving that she was no longer a starving child in need of a food supply. She spent less and less time with the woman, having noticed that her scent was often mingled with the scent of the dark beta. She detested it; when she sought Arlette for some friendly companionship and she ended up reeking of Arric, Cygnet's day would be ruined. She would curl her lip and stalk off, bitter and unwilling to discuss the matter. 

So when she spotted him in a calm, meditative state, she found herself boiling over. What was he even doing? He wasn't hunting or patrolling, he was just there, with his eyes closed, as if sleeping while still on his feet. Useless. A hateful voice caused the girl to seethe. 

She crouched, and tested her weight on each ankle, digging her paws into the snow. 

Now, it was time for her to practice her sparring skills. 

She bolted toward the meditating beta, fangs bared in a silent warning.