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Melee was a girl of action, and her impatience had not yet been tempered by the fires of maturity. Though she held an adult rank, she was not really ready for the mantle of adulthood yet. Which was probably why she rested solidly on the Mui rank instead of reaching a Specialized position. She aspired to receive a Specialist position - she aimed for the forecaster rank - on her first birthday. It wasn't something that she had discussed as of yet with anyone who could help her achieve that goal, though. The earth-toned girl kept her desires to herself, internalizing the pressure to achieve. In the end, this was a foolish way to go about things. Those that might be able to help her were unaware of her aims, deadlines, and goals. How then were they to assist? It was just another marker of her youth and inexperience that she thought she should do everything herself.
Her aim to do everything herself was also why she was out at the Broken Arrow Ranch today. For once, the girl was in her lupus form. It was easier to crouch against the grass that brushed her stomach when she wasn't standing tall. With her body pressed to the ground and her ears raised, she observed the horses of her pack. In a normal circumstance, the pressure of her gaze might have concerned a prey creature. As it was, the Ichikan horses were accustomed to the comings and goings of Luperci. They were complacent and undisturbed that Melee was watching them. Placidly, they clipped grass blades with their blunted teeth, chewing them into mush before swallowing.
Melee was growing bored of just crouching there, her muscles were getting tired of the awkward positioning, but she refused to give up. She was sure that by observing these pack owned horses, she could figure out how to catch one of her own in the wild. Her stubborn determination to do this on her own was the reason she had not yet sought out Saul to assist her. He would have been the perfect companion on a venture to capture a horse, but she was set on learning how to do it herself. All of the secrets that she thought she would observe with their own herd were not forthcoming, though. They just... stood there and ate. She was tempted to try and "catch" one of the horses of the pack, just to practice how to do it. Somehow she didn't think her packmates would appreciate her frightening their horses. The horses wouldn’t appreciate it either, and would likely remember her transgression. So that was off the table.
Soon enough, she would decide that she was tired of watching boring horses eat their boring grass, after which she would go off to do something else. For now, though, her bi-toned gaze was locked on the herd. Waiting for them to do something that would be worth learning for her horse capturing expedition. That was probably never going to happen, but she could dream!
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