| Female | Fighter | Three years old |_____________________________________________________________Emerging from her make-shift den between two close trees, Dawn's mouth opened wide in a forced yawn. She looked back at her den, which was basically pine boughs stacked on top of each other to make a shelter, the sides were leaning against the trunks of two pines that were very close to each other, and the back was closed by a few rocks and more branches. Dawn shook her coat, starting with her head and ending with her rump. She sauntered to a small pond and lowered her head, staring at the water like a drunk man would do to his beer. After a moment or two, Dawn closed her golden-amber eyes for a split second then opened them again and took a drink. She looked to her side towards the pack.
Dawn walked away from the pond, stepping in the water. The water seemed to seperate, or break, like glass, when her paws disturbed the surface. She looked back over her shoulder and a sly smirk found its way across her muzzle. The black fae broke into a quick trot, soon to speed up to a slow canter. She kept her pace even, her paws beating on the forest floor in a rhythmic beat. Every now and then a leaf would fly up from the ground from the force of her paws hitting the ground. Dawn loped like this for a few minutes, until her legs began to get tired. She slowed to a walk, turning around when she reached the edge of the territory. The fae made her way back to camp, catching her breath in short pants.
