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Morning stretched languidly across the flat terrain at the heart of Boreas. Lúta had no destination in mind and no where in particular she wished to head to. She settled down to consider her options when she heard a call for not one but multiple opponents. She hesitated. She was supposed to be turning her life to more tender and helpful pursuits such as healing but even so she'd been raised a warrior. It was in her blood.

She stood, ears twitching for a moment. Well, she reasoned to herself, this would be a good way to get an idea of what the wolves of this area were like and how they fought. If she was to tend wounds she needed to know what sorts of injuries were most likely. When she arrived she saw an interesting trio. A wolf with a pelt just as extravagant as hers and a young male with saber fangs and a lynx. Of the three her gaze lingered longest on the lynx. Did the wolves here routinely spar against other species?

"Pardon me. If you have room for one more, I wish to participate."