Sabre...she was one Lycan among the many that lived for life it's self, but many of her kind wanted nothing more than war and blood shed. It made her sick to the stomache to think about anyone killing for the shear joy of it, but she had to stay focused so she could lead her tribe to victory, they did not need a weak leader, but one stong and willing to fight and defend for them as they would for her....
" I have to be strong for them, I must be strong, but I feel like I am missing something in life, like I need someone to help me rule this tribe and be the best I can be!" she looked around to see one of her pack members heading towards her...
