@Anthem and @Nathaniel
Angele woke and stretched, gaping yawn flashing her white teeth to the world. She padded to nearby lakeshore and waded in until her paws were submerged before bending to get a drink. She felt different today, and it took a moment before she realized why: her shoulder didn’t hurt. Surprised, Angele leaned on it. Nothing. She finished lapping up her water and returned to the shore, where she proceeded to stretch again and slowly moved through a range of motions, testing.
Still nothing.
She began to move a little faster, not wanting to suddenly strain it but see what she could do. She made it through her entire set of stretches and exercises without a pang, and finally relaxed. It had been a little while, but not as long as she’d expected. Just on time, too; with the pups moved to the communal den and wandering about, she would finally be allowed to pursue the position of beta. She would need to practice first, though. She’d been at least a month without any proper bouts or exercise due to her injury from the hunt, but now she would come back with full dedication.
Shaking out her fur, Angele trotted off to find @Nathaniel and @Anthem. They would be the best for sparring; they’d never taken it easy on her. It would be a good opportunity for her to strengthen her some-what weakened of late bond with her darker-furred sibling. Wrestling always seemed to do the trick. With a final roll of her shoulders, Angele once again entered the world of free motion.
I am the Angele we follow,
My brother, Nathaniel, our guide
Together we shall not stray.