No One Wants To Be Defeated

"I'll fight you next."

Wren appeared, still bruised emotionally from her spar with Beauregard. She looked and hoped for a win of some kind. She wanted to do better as a new alpha. Menagerie demanded she do better. She needed to do this. The woman rushed Medusa, reeling from her previous win on the white skull wolf. Habari and her own pack to the side; this was a spar to be won.

She aimed a quick bite at Medusa's left scruff, trying to close the distance as fast as possible. The bout wouldn't be very long, but at least she could say she held her own against the taller wolf. Wren tried to clamp down and control, over a swift little kiss on the cheek. This was a trial of sorts. For Wren and Medusa. Who would come out on top? Who would win again or lose again?

Not me! the Warden proclaimed inwardly. Hopefully.

"Speech"