Dagrún vs Bronze [Yearling Party Fight]

Dagrún stretched and took another swig of wine, eager for her turn in the tournament. They'd rolled bones to see who was paired with who and she found her opponent a younger boy with a gorgeous blue pelt. He looked tough and she grinned as she bounded into the ring. She was feeling really good after a few drinks and though tipsy she wasn't drunk and fairly certain she could hold her own in the fights. Races were another thing but a fight was just what the doctor order. Dag readied herself and set her defenses before looking over to the boy. "Shall I take the first move?" She was good either way.