Come to me

The viking stalked the battlefield, light pawsteps near silent as she sought an opponent. She had gone too long without battle, and could not allow her skills to rust. It was imperative that she give a good example for her children, and her pack, and show them the way - to perfect your skills, to serve the pack. Even the alpha did such. Stopping deep within the silent field, she lifted her masked face to the moon and called out coolly for someone to join her in battle. She would draw an opponent to her, rather than take the effort to seek one out.