Being a Pirate is all Right to Be (Pup Fight Training!)

Where was Skadi? Skadi was doing what Skadi did a lot these days: fighting a stupid owl. The moment she'd heard the call for fight training Skadi had dropped the toy knife she was playing with and taken off running only to tripped by a malicious, gleeful bird. What followed was half battle half flee attempt as Skadi angrily shrieked and kicked her way free only for Skuggi to laugh and drag her down again. By the time she finally made it onto the scene she was covered from head to toe in dirt and cowlicks, and looked every bit as though she'd fought a dust devil and lost. But she'd made it and that was the important part!

Tired now, she flopped down in a dusty heap at Tyrfing's side. A small cloud of dirt billowed out of her plush coat as she touched down. Noting a clod of dirt between her toes Skadi used the claws of another paw to pry them loose. She then inspected her paw as though it were freshly manicured and she wasn't a filthy little goblin laying in a dirt heap. "Right here," she sniffed, "And ready to beat your butt."