No Glory

She'd finally let that craving for a good fight build up to a fever pitch. It was overwhelming and could no longer be ignored, so, knowing both Feli and Ruthgar were either with the kids or very close to them she'd set off in look of a good fight. Licking her lips in anticipation of what she sought, Mara stalked her way to the Battlefield,  the amber jewels that were her eyes set aglow in the low lighting, bright against the darkness of her pelt.

When she arrived in the open space heavy with the scent of spars and fights both recent and old her senses were nearly overwhelmed. After pausing to take a deep breath, she lifted her head skyward to let out a long, loud howl to summon an opponent, then settled down to wait. She didn't need anything too intense, just a good spar to get her heart beating a bit.