Let's get ready to rumble!

Lúta continued to linger around the battlefield as she debated where to start and what to do with herself. She wasn't distressed about it though. At some point inspiration would strike, she would turn her head to the sky and she would know which way she was meant to go. The Spirits would lead her and she would listen but for now she was to practice the art of patience and keeping herself entertained until such a time she when she would be graced with a message.

It was just as well. Ragna still hadn't caught up with her and she did not want to lose her companion by wandering to some hidden crevice of this new land. So she would entertain herself with battle. A howl caught her attention and she followed it to see a massive yearling male with a fearsome set of teeth. She grinned. Oh this would be fun!

She dipped her head in greeting. "My name is Lúta. May I have the honor of this fight?"