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Twig tried to remember the last time she had found herself engaged in battle and her memory was fleeting. Perhaps back in Abaven? So many years had passed since then she couldn’t even think. When the call rang out that there was a raid the old woman moved as fast as she could with her creaking joints and sore back. She followed after Corvus, giving their pups an encouraging smile as the pair of them went to battle. Though Corbie tried to talk the offenders down, Twig knew there would be no peaceful option here.

Though she wanted to live out the rest of her life in peace, she would also give her full efforts to defend what was rightfully the packs and their children’s inheritance. Twig’s vibrant purple gaze scanned their attackers, surprised to see a she wolf of similar age to herself. The Memoire woman found herself squaring off with the black and white phantom silently. There were no words to exchange here now, only actions mattered.

Twig was smaller than the other woman, but she hoped to use her speed to her advantage. Taking a chance she mock charged her opponent, hoping to draw out an opposing attack before she went for her own damaging move.

Twig vs Pandora for Dominance
Round 1 of 2?
Age: over 1
Size: Small
Build: Light
Defensive Battle Accessory: European badger bracers
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Hunter

"Autumn Twig Memoire"