The more the days drag on, the more Leera finds herself slinking out of Erövrare and toward the battlegrounds, fully intent on sharpening her combat skills so that when the times of war and strife come -- and they will -- she will be ready, capable, powerful. Before long, her litter will be born and it'll be her responsibility to protect it, from whatever and whomever might come between her and them.
Morning breaks over the edge of the field as she enters it, the wintry sun spreading a soft white light over the snowy ground. Leera wastes no time in inviting an opponent. Standing firm with her tail raised, the femme tilts her head back and lets out a series of calls, summoning another wolf for a battle. Whoever it may be, she isn't afraid. She waits silently.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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