Its just a little snow

"I'm ready."

It was clear she was. With her tail and chin tucked, Wren had prepared herself for the woman's attack. But none came. Instead, the reddish one would prepare her accessories and such. The brunette lifted her head to the sky, calling for Euryale. The peregrine falcon shrieked once against the oncoming blizzard before landing on her shoulder.

Its beady eyes stared openly at the other wolf. "If you're going to use items, I'll use her" Wren began courteously "if that's not okay, I'll call her off any time." It was a vow she intended to keep, being upfront as possible with sparring partners. The falcon called out one final time before lifting itself into the air. Euryale would survey from above. The fight was now. Here and now.

The brunette charged. She aimed a controlled bite at the woman's left front, below the neckline. There was no need for any bloodshed. Euryale dove suddenly, trying to distract the reddish woman with her presence. The falcon beat her wings furiously in front of the other's face just as Wren struck. This would be a good test to see how well they worked together too.

Around them, the blizzard began to pick up again. Wren squinted her eyes against the festering snow, trying not to miss at critical points. The sheet of ice below their paws would be tricky to work around too. Fuck, why did she think this was a good idea?

"Speech"
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