Just a little rusty

After talk of fight training for the Abaven wolves, Caelum had been thinking more and more about how horrendously out of practice she was. Honestly hunting had always been the activity she preferred, so it was easy to let herself just not think about things like spars for this long. But knowing how dangerous the world could be, it was more than time to brush up on her skills. So the ivory and onyx woman entered the battlefield, noting it was quite empty today.

Stretching her muscles, she noted the dissipating muscle tone with annoyance. She was old, but not that old, right? The woman didn't feel like her days were numbered just yet, anyways. Lifting her muzzle, she called for an opponent. Hopefully someone looking for a nice, relaxed spar would appear.