Its just a little snow

It was close, but!

She won. Wren lost. She admitted the defeat with dignity; stomping and snarling would do nobody good. "I submit" she said, pulling away from the woman to lick her wounds mentally. Another loss? Was she that out of focus, or was she just out of shape? The brunette called her falcon. Euryale landed on her back, wings buffering against the wind.

"Take cover fast" Wren knew that Naraca wasn't stupid, but it was a polite reminder "this'll be a bad storm. See ya!" She turned and began to head off, picking up a slow pace that threatened to burst. She had to get back North to her pack, but she'd have to stop along the way for shelter. /end

"Speech"