It didn't take too long for someone to arrive. The skinny woman turned her head, the smell of another already vivid in the air. There stood an admittedly beautiful stranger, her colors so different but attractive nonetheless. She was much taller than her and gave off a powerful aura that Wren envied silently from her position in the snow. She wondered what this wolf's life had been like behind those bright golden eyes. What she thought of her.. why she was here, especially. Did she need a distraction too, or was this encounter for mere practice?
Wren smiled weakly, her tired minty gaze meeting hers. "That's right." She reassured her, nodding her head idly. She slowly rose to her paws and just remained there for a second. How did this work again? She tried to remember the things Bass had taught her when she was so young. The pale girl laughed pathetically and took a few steps back until she was a good distance from the stranger. Only then did she slide into a decent sparring position. Starting with her entire body as a whole, she rolled her shoulders and lowered her head to align with her long spine.
She spread her paws and bent her knees slightly, distributing her minimal amount of weight to each limb to maintain balance throughout the spar. More defenses fell through her mind like falling stalactites; ears pinned, toes spread, lips drawn back and eyes narrowed. She dipped her chin to guard her jugular and allowed her hackles to lift. Whether or not she remembered them all she felt ready and satisfied. "Feel free to start." She breathed through slightly parted lips, her limp tail gently swaying behind her frail form.
