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The wolfess flattens her dark ears against her head, narrowing her eyes as a figure approaches in the distance. Inwardly, she's thrilled that an opponent has come so quickly, but the female that strolls her way is much taller -- however, this has never feigned too much of a problem for Leera. She's quicker than most, and a small target is one more difficult to successfully strike.

"You look disappointed," she observes, an edge in her voice although her face remains expressionless. Instead, her pink eyes remain fixed on the other woman whose disdain hasn't gone unnoticed. "No matter, dear. Try and hit me." Head lowered, chin tucked, Leera anticipates her opponent's first attack.

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