Bruises and Bitemarks say
Takes one to bring the pain

The massive female was restless, and perhaps she had only herself to blame for that. Since joining this pack she had yet to fight anyone… or anything. What kind of life was that, hmm? Fiery gaze scanned a new section of the territory she was exploring today. She wasn’t all that familiar with it… but perhaps that was alright. She let out a breath of winter air, though it was mild for the season. Slushy and muddy ground would make an interesting spar ground… but Pyrr loved a good challenge after all. She took a moment to give a quick lick to her chest, much like the manner of a cat grooming itself, before she tilted her head back and let loose a howl.

Wolves of Abaven, she was calling for you! Whomever wanted a friendly pack related spar she was all for it. Claws dug into the earth, muscles flexing as the female prepared herself for what she was hoping was to come. A laugh, mighty and pleased, left the female. She wouldn’t mind some bruises and bitemarks… but would her opponent be so open to injury and training a bit more fiercely? Not that she’d maim anyone but if they got a pretty new scar, well, was that really so bad?

Let's make this moment worth the while
Let's kill the night and go down in style

Her head popped up at the sound of a howl, a grin spreading on her lips. She wanted to be a tad bitter that she was going to answer their call when no one but Storm, the blind healer, answered her call for a spar, but she was just happy that someone was finally stepping up to the plate around here. She trotted toward the call eagerly, her tail waving gently behind her with each step. She didn't recognize the voice so she was interested to see who would be there when she arrived. The large, bright red woman was certainly that what she was expecting, but that didn't make her hesitate at all as she shot the woman a grin and stopped a few feet away directly in front of the other woman. The scars that criss crossed the larger woman's face made her hopeful that she wouldn't be pulling any punches. "About time someone wanted to spar," she said with a chuckle while she started to get down into her defenses. "I was starting to think I had joined a pack of wimps." Her paws settled into an even stance, her toes spreading and claws digging into the muddy soil. The slippery mud was sure to be an interesting problem, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. She was way too excited to finally be fighting again. "I'm Liviana by the way," she added as an afterthought while her tail and head leveled out with her spine and her chin tucked down over her throat. Her knees bent slightly so she could hopefully give herself a bit more freedom of movement on this muddy surface while her ears flattened down against her skull and her eyes narrowed into slits. "Wanna take the first shot?" she offered, her shoulders rolling forward to bunch her scruff up around her neck and her lips pulling back in a snarl. Maybe she'd get a couple scars to match the red woman by the end of this, who knew? "Talk" "You" Think