Nightingale’s delta was a menacing figure. With her eight tails, and power over darkness, not to mention her fierce ferocity and her relentless tenacity, Belladonna was the ideal delta. Today, she was training with Nightingale’s only sigma, Delilah. 

Left, right! Go left again! Now freeze! Belladonna coached, waving her tails and making the light around them vanish. It wasn’t the light she was controlling, but rather the darkness. Listen. Look with your ears and nose to find where I am. Move with your instincts! And if your instincts are wrong then God have mercy, because you’ll be screwed in battle. There will be other wolves like me, and they will use their abilities to coddle you, especially the ones like you, with no abilities! Move! I don’t hear you moving! Belladonna spiraled the darkness so that it thickened around Delilah. She sprang onto a rock. Delilah could be heard leaping toward the noise, and as Belladonna felt the whoosh of air shooting straight at her, she spun. The young delta kicked out with her back legs and felt them collide with fur and skin, sending Delilah flying back to hit the earth. Your pinpointing was great, but you need to have more brains and speed, Belladonna barked. Don’t just jump at me; jump at me with grace and ingenuity! She slid off the rock, then scooped up a pebble with her mouth and threw it a few feet away. Delilah barreled toward the noise, making it easy for Belladonna to lunge at her, pounce, and pin her to the ground. The light bled back. Rule number four, Belladonna growled. Always use your ears to determine what you’re hearing. She got up off her young trainee. 

Delilah panted. She stood, and Belladonna threw a swipe at her face. Rule number two which we’ve already gone over-never let your guard down! She knew Delilah was getting tired of the way Belladonna trained, but Belladonna was a guerrilla fighter. She made up her own moves and rules. She fought dirty. She honed her skills however she could. In other words, she was Nightingale’s perfect delta, seeing as they’d need her counsel in the war to follow-unbeknownst to anyone in the pack but the queen and her children, the children not knowing what war was and not really understanding that their mother had just dragged the pack into a conflict that could kill off Nightingale. Very heartwarming. 

Belladonna was barely sweating. She was, however, panting, just a little, so before Delilah could take advantage of this, she spun and kicked out, aiming for her chest, to deliver a pummeling blow.