She moved with relative ease through the sands of her home, wondering what Eden would think of her and how he thought her skills matched up. Soreness had set in, but she carried it proudly. Still, if she did not make the cut, she would always train and come back to him later. She really wanted that spot. Who better to protect those than one who was raised on the sands? One who could be as unassuming as a pup, but had the sharp ice blue eyes of a tactical genius.
She lays on the cold sand by the ocean, licking at various sore spots and being generally quiet once again. Whether she had achieved her goals, she was unsure, but she would always be the silent guardian of the ocean. Whether she was appointed as such or had to make herself so, she would.
It was quiet and reflective, the way she held her eyes half mast, her posture relaxed and open to show a willingness to communicate if it was necessary. She did hope for company, though she did not want to be submersed in bodies. One at a time please. Being the lone wolf in a pack was rather hard, but she would come when called and do the bidding of their king. She would be as social as was required, and today she welcomed the distraction from her sore muscles.
female - four - glorall - meltdown x snowshoe