Leera picks her way through the snow, teacup paws stepping gingerly as she makes her own path toward the battlegrounds. She's let herself get lazy since joining Erövrare, keeping in one place and resting in her den of thickets, but she knows she needs to sharpen her fighting skills in order to fufill her agenda.
Before she reaches the area, she hears a familiar male's voice, his calling a sort of invitation that is custom to wolves seeking a spar. Leera wastes no time in answering the call, tilting her head back and answering before slipping through the snow-crusted bushes before appearing before the male. "Acere. It's good seeing you again," she crones easily, pausing. But, of course, she knows it isn't pleasantries he's seeking. She flattens her ears and raises her tail, a small rivalry smirk shadowing her lips. "You want a battle, hm? Do be careful what you wish for, dear -- you first."
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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