Work Up an Appetite

Once her fighters had a moment to prepare she led them across the short distance form the grove where they were currently camped, across the thin river that separated them from Fenmyre's lands, and into the stretch of grassy land that would lead them to the shore. She had decided it would be easier to hold the fights here rather than crossing over to the island, but since they were expected she didn't pause at the border. As they crossed it she tossed her head back to call for Fenmyre's fighters to meet them before glancing over each shoulder at those who followed her. "Remember, this is an amicable fight. We only meet the level of force that they bring to us, understood? You can bite and claw, but lets avoid maiming our new friends if we can help it." She didn't want to go burning bridges before they were even finished being built.

Once they were about half way through he clearing she stopped and signaled for her wolves to do the same and they waited for their opposition to arrive. Her scaled armer sat against her body, the piece freshly refitted to her body that had changed slightly after birthing her twins, and her bracers were fitted to her legs with freshly sharpened daggers hidden along the inside of her legs. She wasn't sure if she'd end up using the knives at all in these fights, but she always brought them along just in case. Temno and Ciemny served as an extra set of eyes up above, just waiting for the chance to swoop in and get a lick in of their own.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny