One More Shot
Basilia had made it, she was at the battlefield. A quick glance around revealed a young wolf who had called for a fight. He didn’t look like much, but she could use a warm up before she got serious. She walked up to the wolf and squared up. Assuming a fighting stance she said “I’ll give you first move” her blackbird flying above them to warn her of any danger and Zabit hovering behind her talons ready to attack. She noticed the bird he had on his back and the jaguar he had to his side, she noted them as creatures to keep an eye on. Getting caught off guard would do her no good. |
