Shake It Off

She scanned the battlefield as she waited for someone to show up. Before long though, the Osprey that circled above uttered a call that signaled someone was approaching. Not a few moments later, and a young boy and who she assumed to be his father arrived, and right away the boy spoke. "I like your horns! You want to spar? I look small, but I'm tough!" Her tail wagged a bit as she nodded to him, "Sure! And thank you!" She was still young herself. Not quite two years old yet, but she was steadily getting there. She offered a crooked smile as she flexed her muscles, trying to loosen up the anxious and rigid feeling she had in body and mind. She wasn't too confident about her fighting, and it seemed even against a pup she was feeling a bit of anxiety about it. "You can go first," She offered before settling into a defensive position, head lowering as it aligned with her spine. Her claws scraped into the ground, horns at the ready.

Winter vs Askell for Spar
Round: 0/?