painted red and brown

Once more, she let out a howl.

Not for a hunting party, but one of an acceptable spar. Wren had been too focused on her skill as a hunter rather than fighting. It was an important skill to have. Especially since she was alone here. The young woman didn't have to pace for long, for the familiar sight of a young man came into view. She wagged her tail once at Ghoul.

"Fancy a fair spar?" she asked him "no maim, no death. Just friendly exercise? I haven't fought anything in awhile; I need to practice!" she chuckled in good humour, knowing the lad was a fair and respectable young one. He wouldn't be dirty about it. She eyed if his companions were with him. She hadn't met her own yet.

So she was obviously not going to use it.

"Speech"