Eye of the Tiger

While she was at the battlefield Mæva hoped to make the journey worthwhile by having more than one spar. As such she'd need to find another sparring opponent. The sun was rising and shining down but the air was still cold. Mæva chewed on some of her rabbit jerky. After breakfast and a quick nap she was ready for another fight.

Mæva walked with her caracal companion to a nice smooth field. Tipping back her head she howled for an opponent. Practice would make perfect and she was eager for another chance.