Goin' Round and Round and Round

Sylvia had been hanging around the battlegrounds, hoping someone would come and peak her interest. From her restful nap just beyond the territory her ears would perk at the sound of his call, stirring her abruptly from her slumber and pulling a lop-sided grin to her lips. "Finally," she murmured quietly to herself before climbing to all four paws. A long stretch would follow, her front legs reaching out before her and claws digging into the dirt and she recoiled back. Once she felt the sleep was pulled from her body, the russet woman would take off in the direction the call came from.

It wouldn't be long before her eyes would pick out the bright white outlines of her opponent, and only a few yards more till she could clearly identify the black markings as well. The closer she got, the more details of his markings became clear, but what struck her the most were his dual colored orbs. Silver and gold. A rare combination, they struck her with awe in their beauty and for a moment all she could do was stare. But after a moment, Sylvia recalled why she had come and grinned at the male. "Itching for a spar?" She inquired, highly doubtful there would be more than one individual out here looking for a fight, but nevertheless she would hate to be wrong.