Sharpen the Knife

She did not recognise the woman who approached, but she smelled of the pack, which put March more at ease. Or maybe more, as the anxiety crept in again. Would she think she was good enough? Would she be ousted if she messed up too bad? She hated those feelings, knew that they were idiotic and a waste of her energy. It didn't make it any easier to deal with them though.

The other lady was older, heavier set. March had a couple of inches on her, but she didn't know how much that'd really count when it came down to it. "Yeah." To be honest, she wasn't quite sure what she had been looking for when she called. Just something she could learn from, or some advice. It felt a bit early to throw herself into the fray, but she'd do it. "And maybe some feedback, if you could manage it. Who's going first?"