LOOKIN' BETTER IN BLACK THEN THE WIDOWS OF OUR ENEMIES
Courage wasn’t impressed. Perhaps she just had too high of standards for what a pack should be made of? The first thing she noted was how open the area seemed to be. The willow trees were gorgeous, but provided little cover in her opinion. She huffed softly – she’d do whatever her father needed her to do in order for them to get moving. Her paws treaded close to the WR borders, taking a peek without getting too close. As she neared her first birthday, she knew it was puppy season and thus she didn’t want to step on a pack’s toes. She wouldn’t be able to take down an entire pack by herself – not even close.
She lacked the amount of experience necessary to take down even one foe by herself – something she was sure she’d soon learn how to do… she didn’t want to go ruffling anyone’s fur. Territory open. Regularly patrolled. Hunting seems good in the region. She made mental notes to herself as she took in the air around her… and that scent. She turned her head. “Valor, where have you been? You left me all alone with father earlier!” She demanded with an authoritative tone.