A Warrior's Dilemna

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Battle the sandy-yellow wolf

Storm the Alpha female 

“Battle! How many times have I told you!? You may not strike a pup in the Pack!” The Alphess cried out at her warrior, Battle. The sandy yellow she wold glowered, and lowered her tail. 

“The little idiot tried to harm me first, so the Law allows me to strike back.” She muttered, claws clicking on the dull stone that housed the Pack. 

“Battle, Spirit’s already out of his mind trying to deal with you. He’s even thinking about banishing you from Fire Meadows. Why won’t you behave? You’ve been told all your life, the Law doesn’t apply to pups, and you know it.” The Alphess told her shortly, hating how the wolf that led her pack to victory against the coyotes was the one she was reprimanding about behavior. 

But Battle was a different soul on the battle field than in the dens. On the battleground, she was organized, willing, and fiercely loyal, willing to protect anyone or thing from the enemy. But off duty, she was a miscreant, fierce, and completely unwilling to cooperate with any. Only her Alphess remained trying to get her to cooperate. “Please Battle, you’re our only hope against the enemy, but you can’t keep abusing your powers like this! Yes, I know, you’re strictly here for guarding purposes only, but can’t you show some kindness to the pups? They remember you from the Great War, how you saved them, and even occupied them and kept them quiet when we needed it most. They’re confused Battle, at why you won’t even look at them anymore. And why won’t you Battle? You were so protective of them back then. Growling, Battle slowly inched back into a crack in the wall. “Peace happened Storm. That’s what happened.”