Shamara ~ Bluemoon ~ Mother ~ Tags: Open
The military trained woman, was walking over to her personal training area, that she had made when she first got to the pack. As she walked she kept her sense's out as she walked to her destination, one hand on her United Cutlery Marine Force Night Stalker Bowie knife. It was her favorite out of the bunch and had seen the most action. She grinned as she arrived to the area, it wasn't a hundred present done yet, but most of it worked. She walked up to the wooden human figure that she practiced hand to hand combat on. She grinned, then got to work on her daily morning work out.
The military trained woman, was walking over to her personal training area, that she had made when she first got to the pack. As she walked she kept her sense's out as she walked to her destination, one hand on her United Cutlery Marine Force Night Stalker Bowie knife. It was her favorite out of the bunch and had seen the most action. She grinned as she arrived to the area, it wasn't a hundred present done yet, but most of it worked. She walked up to the wooden human figure that she practiced hand to hand combat on. She grinned, then got to work on her daily morning work out.