She hadn't ever fought before, well, properly. Or trained at all for that matter. Before Borealis had existed, and when she ruled the gulley alongside her family, she had gotten into occasional fights with her siblings though they were nothing compared to the spars her mind would feast itself on today. Little did she know it was where she would find her calling, her field of interest, her craft. It would be foolish of her to waste her large body, like as if it was solely sculpted for such brutality. With spring ready to outstretch its arms over the lands, she had just about grown to her full height and filled out her bulky physique.
The Libran - whatever that was - followed her mother's call, curious as to the training planned. Catching sight of the auburn coat through the ferns belonging to her friend, she quickened her pace, arriving promptly at the very small gathering. Ignoring her mother except for the quick meet of her deep red eyes, she seated herself by the boy. "Hi Riv," she greeted with an excited swish of her green-tipped tail.
