Word Count :: a lot less XD lol :: I based her start on her fury as that of a raged person on PCP. Tackle is for who ever wantsh it
She was standing near the river. She hoped she would succeed at her plan, prayed to the Great Spirit her might would hold strong that night. Her mentor and his family needed her near; they needed her to watch over them as a mother bear would her cubs. No guardian would touch her master. And his pups would be as her siblings that night. She was prepared to give her life if need be as she would with each of her pack mates…. Her true pack mates. Her stomach felt ill, she wondered if it was the stress of the task at hand.
Suddenly the sound of hooves erupted in the distance. She recognized the horse immediately it was Katelyn. There would only be one reason she would seek out the huntress with such haste. She left the river side suddenly mounting the horse in a leap of urgency. The huntress held her mane as she rode with swiftness toward the stables. She heard noises within but did not hear her mate, her fury flared with great fire. Her irises grew thin from rage her eyes becoming blacker than night itself. She rode Katelyn into the stables unsheathing the knife she had often trained with when her bowstring would snap from her excessive practice.
She growled with a deep ferocity leaping from the horse to tackle the male nearest to her. She was ready to slice his throat at once.
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