Swept under the rug

Mæva remained at the battlefield for a few more days, anxious to put her skills to the test. Now joined by Geira she had a bit more range in which to roam and company to be allowed to stay overnight. It was still a bit of a stretch but she would make the most of the time allotted to her.

Her ears perked up at the sound of call for a challenger. Slipping out of her den she loped toward the call, wanting to get there before someone else did. When she arrived she saw a gray woman with green eyes. Mæva set her defenses. "I'll take this spar if you're down."