Dylas vs Tyto

A pale silver bitch with even paler brindle stomps up to the group and looks them over with an air of disgust. "You and you," she snaps at Dylas and Tyto, her tone making it clear she doesn't think they were any better of a choice than any of the other ones, but she's making do with what she has. She stalks over to a circle of stones set into a ring in the ground without even glancing back to see if they're following. "Don't step out of the circle or you're disqualified. I'll decide who wins when you finish flailing at each other," she sneers. "If that's clear enough for you, you may as well go first," she says as she indicates Dylas.