Whip lash

She could feel her muscles aching underneath her fur. Voodoo had been inexperienced thats why Lurid had beat her. Even if it felt like it could have gone either way. So she pulled her head back in a powerful howl. The only way for her to pratice now was to spar as many wolves as she could. Learn her way around different fighting styles. Voodoo promised, she would do better. Her head turned forward across the dusty ground. She sort of felt like she was at home here. Let her blow off some steam.

Everyone needed to. She was accepting finally that she was dangerous. However she wanted to become more so. Voodoo imagined wolves whispering her name, whether it be in love or despair.