Bitches and Hos (fight training)

She'd spent quite a bit of time since Jupiter's bachelor party in a state of malaise she hadn't quite been able to shake, and with some sort of stomach bug she'd managed to pick up there. She'd been sick off and on since then, but she'd been treating it just fine with mint and ginger and whatever sickness she'd managed to catch had finally faded. The malaise had, frankly, been welcome as an excuse to hide from Domari after their troubling encounter, but it had been replaced with restlessness, a restlessness she had her own sovereign remedy for. Besides, if she hid for too long Domari would start to think it was a Big Deal and it fucking wasn't a Big Deal ok.

Trotting through the mists that never quite burned off even in the summer sun, she came to a stop in a wide open spot and threw up her head in a carrying shout, calling for the pack's fighters to come together in training.

OOC: y'all wardogs gotta week to post. Babies included if you feel like. Don't make me disappointed in you.