Gonna Let It Burn

It had been quite a while, but here she was again. She hadn't had a spar since that last one with Mercy on her old pack lands, but now her shoulder was healed and that was...almost a year ago. Damn...time had really flown, hadn't it? Shaking out her muscles, fur rippling in the warm summer breeze, she lumbered across the battlefield with head held high, confident and ready. Tanaraq soared above, occasionally casting her shadow across the sun as she kept an eye out. Another summer meant she was another year older. She was eight years old now, well past her younger years that had unfortunately, been wasted on bullshit...but she was still here. Still going strong. And she was learning to let go of all the crap that plagued her. She was having an easy life within Talis, and it was weird for her...she was retired as an alpha, and it was odd not having the responsibilities that she once had. She was getting bored with nothing to do, so here she was. Looking for a fight to keep herself from getting rusty, and to keep her mobility and fighting spirit going. She aimed to live as long as she could, after all. She wasn't ready to go down without a fight, at least...as long as she could move and walk and run and fight, then she was going to do all those things and more. She stopped in a good sized clearing, tossing her head back in a howl to summon any potential opponents. Would it just be one? Or maybe several? While she had never been in a melee fight before, it would be an interesting experience for sure.

"Speech"