Wolf Fang Ayame looked up at a mountain that seemed to reach up, yawning up to the sky endlessly. She let out a grunt and lowered her head a little bit. 

“There is a phrase that is spoken of in some circles. To be the wolf who is climbing the hill, to never be the wolf that is on top of the hill. In simpler terms the wolf who is climbing the hill is one who has yet to achieve their goals. And is still in control of their destiny. For they are hungry, in fact they are starving. So in desperation they gnash out and fight for more. Their backs driven to the wall.” 

“Whereas those on top of the hill, they have had their fill. They have grown complacent, cocky, filled to the brim with decadence for they stood upon that hill for so long they had been assured that nothing could take them down.”

“It must be quite the rude awakening for those to realize how fast things can be stripped away by a hungry wolf can it now? One whose back had been pushed so far against the wall that she had no choice but to snap back.” 

Ayame took a deep breath and looked up to the mountain top.

“Over the past few months I have been beaten down, left in the blood of my own kin, and hunted. Yet I stand here resolute and continue to march on. I am the hungry wolf for no matter what anyone will throw at me. I will not stop at anything until I have climbed up that hill. And once I’m up there I will find another hill to climb up until I reach the heavens” 

“For the fighters who surround me may be hungry, they have made a crucial error. Never try to deny a wolf who has been starving her next meal. For you may be next. A land of metal is nothing more than man figuring they can construct a path to the heavens that doesn’t belong to them. The natural order doesn’t look kindly upon this.” 

She places her hands together in a small prayer wishing the spirits of the forest to give her some luck in the match.

“And like all things that go against the natural order. Nature shall reclaim them. And the punishment I will hand down will be swift and just. And just like how the saying goes, the hungry wolf will take control of her own destiny.”

She reached into a pouch and threw seeds among the wind assuring new life would grow. 

“May the spirits have mercy for what I must do.”