нanιa•ғeмale•6 yearѕ•Fighter
a warrιor doeѕ noт deғend нιмѕelғ, вυт нιѕ people and нιѕ reaѕon ғor ғιgнтιng.
She yawns softly as she awakes in her den. She flicks her ears, listening before opening her eyes. Being blind in one eye, she can only partially see. But don't let that make you think that she is weak. She shakes her fur free of loose bedding, and manages to shuffle her way out of her den. It wasn't exactly pretty in the Forest, but it wasn't full either. She looks over to her son's den, only to see that he had already awakened and left to hunt.
ċһȗѧ•ṃѧʟє•ȏṅє ʏєѧя•һȗṅṭєя
ıṭ ṭѧҡєṡ ƿяѧċṭıċє ṭȏ ɞє ѧṡ ṃȗċһ ѧṡ ѧ jєяҡ ѧṡ ṃє.
He had woken up early, and decided to go hunting. Within a few leagues, he would pick up a faint game trail. He would lick his lips hungrily, alert for danger and prey alike as he began stalking what seemed to be a young doe.