Hurt

Philomena didn’t have long to wait for an opponent, thank goodness. She was a bit surprised at the age of the older female, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable. Fights came in all ages, shapes, sizes, and levels of experience. If she was older then chances were that she had more experience. Philly took notice of the large bird flying nearby too, eying it for a moment before focusing her bright blue gaze on the one who answered her call. She seemed kind enough… and though there was the scent of others on her coat there weren’t any that Philly recognized.

“I don’t mind at all.” The femme said calmly, flicking her hair back away from her face. “I am Philomena Hellstrom Lore.” The female paused, taking a breath. This was all so different… did her father ever do this? Did he ever stand before a complete stranger with the intent of learning, of getting stronger? “I know I’m not the most experienced fighter… but I hope you won’t mind that.” She offered a small smile before canting her head to the side.

“May I have your name before we begin?”