One, Two, Three, Four, I Declare A Thumb War!

Rœkia stalked through the battlefield, alone for once. Lukina had been getting in plenty of spars and now the older woman decided it was her turn. The pup was tucked away in a temporary den asleep with her companion looking over the child. It was a respite Rœkia needed. She stretched and rolled her shoulders. It had been awhile since she'd enjoyed a good spar. Finding a suitable place to hold a fight she tipped back her head and howled for an opponent. Hopefully she'd get something normal and not one of those monstrous dire wolves. So far she hadn't run into any more but one was enough for a lifetime.