She moved with heavy, purposeful steps. Foliage crunched underneath her large paws and twigs snapped with a crisp crack as she moved through the swamp lands. It was clear she had no intention to hide herself or be stealthy - it wasn't her strong suit, especially when she towered over the rest of the pack. Tenacity had been found with her sister close by the pack's territory and had been taken in, considered boons left by the spirits.
What a boon she turned out to be. Just out of adolescence, her body had begun to fill out, muscles thick and visible underneath her coarse pelt. Tenacity was different, though the pack considered it another gift from the spirits rather than something genetic. After all, her sister was a more conventional size and shape. The pack had no point of reference for a creature like her, and so she had been accepted as being blessed by the spirits. She would be a great warrior for the pack, and that was a fate Tenacity welcomed with a toothy grin.
Clenched within her jaws was the neck of a deer, a recent kill that she was in the process of bringing back to the pack. While she was a warrior, it did not mean she lacked the skill to hunt and care for herself. The meat here would be enough to feed her alone, but the pack had plenty of hungry mouths to feed and Tenacity was confident in her ability to secure a meal for herself later. As she drew close to the heart of the pack, she dumped the carcass with a loud thud. She would let someone know where it was and then continue on with her day.
Tenacity was not the most social creature, and her actions and expressions usually did the talking for her.
