Pack mentality.
It was just that simple, yet it had been ages since she'd actually found herself conscripted in such an occurrence. Even if most of her youth had been spent learning how to work in group, to hunt as one, and to anticipate your partner's moves, she'd easily forgotten about it once solitude had become her part. 'Forgotten', in terms, but in reality merely pushed to the very depths of her consciousness. Kitalpha enjoyed the freedom that came with her solitude, and in time it had become part of who she was now. Except now had become a time where said 'pack mentality' was most important. Albeit much training, the blonde had realised rather quickly that a pack mentality with regular people wasn't the pack mentality her family, nor her village, had taught her. The shreds of what she remembered bordered more to that of wolves than they did mortals.
It just was a whole lot harder than she expected. Hard to admit, but it was a truth she was learning to live with, and work towards. And the spirit wolves gladly helped her to fit in. They, and the Hunter's Association she'd somehow gotten herself caught up in. They however loved her brazen attitude and the way with which she quite literally flung herself at her designated targets. Said designated target of the day? A striking red Vulcan, twice as big as a regular one, and twice as violent to boot. It had been sighted near a village, and as thus the Association had been asked to take care of it before it could actually start making casualties. And Kitalpha, newbie supreme, had been put on the case. If she pulled this off properly she'd be receiving a few lessons in proper etiquette— ones specifically designed to teach the bewildered blonde as much as possible, in as little time possible.
But for that, she'd have to locate this crimson Vulcan, and take it out.
It was just that simple, yet it had been ages since she'd actually found herself conscripted in such an occurrence. Even if most of her youth had been spent learning how to work in group, to hunt as one, and to anticipate your partner's moves, she'd easily forgotten about it once solitude had become her part. 'Forgotten', in terms, but in reality merely pushed to the very depths of her consciousness. Kitalpha enjoyed the freedom that came with her solitude, and in time it had become part of who she was now. Except now had become a time where said 'pack mentality' was most important. Albeit much training, the blonde had realised rather quickly that a pack mentality with regular people wasn't the pack mentality her family, nor her village, had taught her. The shreds of what she remembered bordered more to that of wolves than they did mortals.
It just was a whole lot harder than she expected. Hard to admit, but it was a truth she was learning to live with, and work towards. And the spirit wolves gladly helped her to fit in. They, and the Hunter's Association she'd somehow gotten herself caught up in. They however loved her brazen attitude and the way with which she quite literally flung herself at her designated targets. Said designated target of the day? A striking red Vulcan, twice as big as a regular one, and twice as violent to boot. It had been sighted near a village, and as thus the Association had been asked to take care of it before it could actually start making casualties. And Kitalpha, newbie supreme, had been put on the case. If she pulled this off properly she'd be receiving a few lessons in proper etiquette— ones specifically designed to teach the bewildered blonde as much as possible, in as little time possible.
But for that, she'd have to locate this crimson Vulcan, and take it out.
