Rustle... Step...
"Tch! Where is that bastard?!"
A woman with short peach hair walked through a dense forest, a deep scowl etched on her brows and her entire frame encased by a white and gold set of full plate armour.
Strapped to her back was a long golden spear, and each step she took radiated a warrior's elegance, her wide hips complementing her every stride.
She continue her search until she saw a pack of Great Direwolves gathered east of where she stood.
"I'm getting tired babysitting you!"
She shouted and...
Ta! Ta! Ta!
With merely three steps, she covered a long distance and was before the pack of Direwolves in the blink of an eye.
Grrr...
The Wolves stood to their feet and growled, bearing their canines with their tails stiffened.
"Huh?! You wanna die you damn muts?!"
The woman roared, her frown becoming even deeper as she gripped the shaft of her spear.
