As the sun rose so did the earth awaken; the creatures that had settled themselves away in their secluded holes emerged to the birdsong and the warmth of an early spring. Or perhaps it was the normal time for spring? Isolde didn't know any more, so much of where she had wondered had been gripped by the unnatural winter made by some wolf called Mirrorion - a God, she was told he called himself. Isolde wasn't quite sure what to make of it all. Long ago, back when she had been just a child, she had known wolves who called themselves higher than those who were not like them. Was it the same with this man? He was powerful, that much was very clear, but was he a God?
Isolde shook the thoughts from her mind. She didn't know enough, being fairly new to Victus, to make too many judgments and assumptions. As the birds sang their morning chorus she emerged from the roots of a large tree, shook out her fur, stretched, and began a steady lope to the pack outskirts. Just as she had promised at the meeting she would do her rounds of patrol, keeping her eyes sharp and alert to intruders. Luckily she encountered no one, and by the time mid-morning came she felt it was time to turn her attentions elsewhere.
As well as patrol Isolde knew she had to keep herself in top condition. She was a soldier, after all, and when she was not patrolling she was going to make sure she wasn't just sitting around doing nothing. With soft strides she meandered through the meadow, allowing the sun to warm her dark fur, and for a moment she tilted her face up to its rays, her expression content. She stopped only when she came to a pile of stones, sucking in as much air into her lungs and holding it, her pale eyes focused on the rubble before her. For as long as she could remember she had preferred using her body as her weapon, but she was not fool. Magic was just a part of her as her claws and teeth, and just as deadly if she took the time to practise.
It was a small thing, at first, for she was not yet adept. The rocks shivered and then began to move, wobbling through the air to slowly sit one on top of the other. It was slow and tested her patience, but she continued the exercise, digging her toes into the earth, feeling beneath, and letting her magic extend and stretch.
When it came to training herself, making herself the best she could be for her pack, Isolde was nothing if not determined to show her worth.