~Azula~
The sun was now high in the sky beating down upon her. Azula couldn’t pant to cool off due to the bag she was carrying in her mouth, teeth clenched tightly at the straps making sure she didn’t drop it, her ribs ached viciously. Sadly, stopping wasn’t an option; ignoring her aching muscles as she forced them to keep moving, never faltering despite the fact of desperately needing a break.
“Azula” her wolf rang out tiredly in her mind.
“We need to rest could you at least jog, please..”
She relented slowing her pace to a steady jog, powerful muscles beginning to shake, her head dropping lower with the weight of the bag. Yet still, she never stopped, refusing to take a break. She wasn’t marked by Vulcan but the prickling on her skin and the sense of diluted anger solidified her
