The Wreckage

Vivian

Fluffy, white clouds that looked like tufts of white fur contrasted greatly against the sky that was as blue and sharp as a robin's egg. They floated sluggishly along their path at a snail's pace and it would seem as if they weren't even moving if one were to only glance upward for a brief moment. It was the only thing that Vivian was staring at, however.

The female apprentice was laying on her back, sprawled out on top of the beige colored sand. The wounds that had been painfully apparent when she had awoken from the crash had now basically disappeared, the soft fur having covered the healed wounds. Sand particles were lightly sprinkled across parts of her grey and brown timber wolf fur, but that was only natural since she was laying in it. Her pale golden eyes were staring curiously up at the sky and her front paws were up by her chest, curled in midair almost.

Vivian had been hearing rumors about the bandits that may be roaming around somewhere on the island, and while some were scared she couldn't help but feel a little intrigued. Nobody knew who these strangers were, where they had come from and what they're personalities are like. Who's to say they aren't kind and caring individuals? Granted they could also be barbaric monsters, but there's a 50/50 chance of both, isn't there?

Vivian

Hey V! The voice hit her eardrums and Vivian was awaken from her trance into the sky. Blinking a few times rapidly with surprise, she turned her head to see her mentor, Rocco, heading over towards her at this very moment. She had known him for only a short while, ever since he had been stuck mentoring her since he was one of the only neutrals that could mentor her that wasn't a boring old medic. And while he was miles far from boring and she was quite fond of him as a friend and mentor, he tired her out a lot and sometimes she really didn't feel like dealing with him if he was in one of his mood swings. "Hey Rocco." Her voice came out casual and friendly.

It's in the middle of the day what do you think you're doing laying down you're wasting perfectly good daylight. I could be teaching you so many combat moves right now!

Vivian didn't even register what happened next as she was suddenly being dragged around in the sand by the scruff of her neck. "Hey, wha- AH!" Giving a squeaky yelp of surprise, she scrambled to get a footing, sand splashing everywhere as her paws thumped the sand, before pushing herself onto her feet a little clumsily and giving a good shake of her pelt, particles flying everywhere.

Ya lazy bum you! As Vivian finished shaking the sand off of her fur, she composed herself and looked at Rocco's playful yet stern expression at the same time, and she couldn't help but give a little smirk and shake her head. You've heard the rumors of pirates invading the main territory! I mean considering we've currently been affiliated with the main wolves I guess it would be our duty to protect them if it comes to it. That was right, she had totally forgot about that. If they turned out to be barbaric and began to attack or invade the main group of wolves, they were obligated to protect them in any way possible.

"I want to learn how to fight, but what if they're not as violent as we make them out to be? And even if they are, wouldn't it be better to just go join them? I mean, think about it! Real Pirates!" Her words held a very young and very adventurous quality to them, a quality that couldn't really be found in adults anymore.