painted red and brown

Wren knew when she was beaten. "Enough" the brunette yanked herself away from the yearling, huffing and puffing. Her body smarted from the bruising that would no doubt perk up along her skin in the coming days. She wasn't loathed to admit he was a good fighter, for his age. But they both still had far to go to become masters. He just had a head start on her. "you win."

Despite feeling annoyed she lost, Wren did wag her tail. "You got good skills, Ghoul. Keep them up, yeah? See ya around." She turned and began to walk off, making damn sure not to show any weakness in a retreat. This wasn't for pack or rank, so she shouldn't feel bad about leaving. Ghoul didn't seem the type to draw out anything needless anyway. Eventually she disappeared into the horizon.

/end

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