Pre-Party Rumble [Valhallan Fighters]

Caelia was fully confident that she was ready for whatever the future had in store for her, and for Valhalla; after all, she'd been participating in plenty of practice fights and engaging in lessons with Aurielle quite a bit lately, not to mention the encounter with her brother she'd experience. She knew she had room to grow yet, and still she was sure of her abilities, given her age and experience. She had a stable head and was able to think on her paws and adapt to whatever situation was thrown her way, she knew that much.

She was less-pleased to see the scene when she drew closer to Aurielle's call and to the gathering it had provoked. The ground here looked slick and muddy, full of boulders and sticks and whatever else it looked like someone had dredged up. It wasn't her favorite kind of battleground, but hopefully she had an edge over some of the others thanks to her recent bout of training with Aurielle. Either way, she didn't look terribly impressed, but then again her expression was neutral by default - and today was no exception. Instead of saying anything she studied those that had gathered as she moved toward the others, finding a relatively clear patch of solid ground to recline onto, facing Aurielle and waiting for what she had to say.