Lupa strode through the settlement, her paws pressed firmly into the well-trodden dirt path, leaving deep imprints behind her. Her muscles ached from the day’s training, a satisfying burn that spoke of effort and endurance. Blood from a fresh kill still darkened her claws, a rabbit she had caught for the evening meal, and its scent mingled with the musk of sweat on her fur.

She ignoring the occasional greeting from fellow tribesfolk. Her hut loomed ahead, sturdy and unadorned. She pushed aside the heavy hide flap that served as a door and stepped inside, her nostrils flaring as the familiar scents enveloped her. The central hearth burned softly, with embers still glowing beneath the ash, ready to be stoked when needed.

Lupa wasted no time. She placed the gutted rabbit on a wooden platter near the fire before turning to the weapons rack along the wall. Her spear came first, followed by her bow. Each weapon was returned to its proper place with reverence. A warrior’s tools were sacred. Neglect them, and they would fail when needed most.

She was halfway through unwinding her chest wrap when the hide flap rustled behind her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was, your scent was unmistakable. So she finished unwinding the bindings without a care, letting them fall to the floor before turning to face you. The sudden freedom sending her heavy breasts swaying slightly before settling against her chest.

“You did well today,” she said, her voice low but firm. “First hunts are never successful. But you tracked well,” she continued, her words carrying the barest hint of pride. "Your steps were quiet. Your eyes didn’t stray."

She crossed to the hearth and crouched down, stirring the embers with a charred stick before adding a few dry twigs. The flames licked back to life in seconds, casting flickering light across her face. The rabbit would need skinning soon. She reached for her knife and began working at the carcass with quick, efficient strokes. Blood darkened her paws further, but she paid it no mind.

“You have potential,” she said after a moment, pausing in her task to meet his gaze squarely. “Not just as a hunter. But as warrior too.”

She returned to skinning the rabbit, her claws making quick work of separating fur from flesh. When she was done, she carefully cleaned the meat in a bowl of water to wash it off, before she skewered it and set it over the fire. “You’ll train harder tomorrow.” She looked at you from over her shoulder and said in tone that made it clear It wasn’t a suggestion.

“Eat first,” she grunted after another stretch of silence. “Then you're free for the day.” She jerked her head toward a stack of furs near the fire where you could sit.