Hardheaded Hail

Tenshi was supposed to be home. There was much to be doing to prepare for the next season. They had survived the winter with... little casualty. Minus Celeste being kidnapped and Delphi being injured, everyone else appeared to be doing well. She looked forward to the others coming back from Ashen to visit, but also to the hope that she would be able to have pups soon. With that at the forefront of her mind, she wanted to get that restless energy out of her. Once she was pregnant with pups, she wouldn't be able to fight for awhile, and for a moment, that thought saddened her. She loved to fight so she went out for a few days, promising Vidarr to be back soon.

While the Battlefield typically had opponents for her to encounter, there were none this time. Perhaps it was the nasty weather that forced its way across the continent. She noticed it, sure, but chose to ignore it. Unlike some, Tenshi knew she could weather any weather. Simply put, she was made from the mountains and grew up around violent weather. It wasn't until her paws grew tired did she hear someone call out. Surprised that someone this far west was looking for an opponent, Tenshi turned to spy the grey-coated male off in the distance. As she did, the slowly falling snow turned to hail. Large chunks of ice plunked against her coat but it wouldn't bother her.

As she neared, her icy gaze sized him up. Though it was hard to see through the sheets of hail and wind, she could tell he was a fighter of some type with wounds that were still healing. "You wish to fight?"  Tenshi asked in her thickly accented voice.

"Speech"