It fucken wimdy

Somehow, in the friendly struggle, Kaija managed to best Karaka. The grip she'd had on her leg seemed to hold strong as she brought her down to the ground, and once it was clear she was the victor she let out a little celebratory cheer. The fight had been all in good fun, of course, but that didn't mean winning didn't bolster her ego just a bit. Especially in these windy, weird conditions they'd found themselves in.

"That was good," she said, fighting to catch her breath as she pulled herself upright and gave her coat a solid shake. She hoped Karaka could even hear her often the wind that whipped and roared around them. She was grinning broadly toward the younger female, hoping she'd gotten as much out of the fight as Kaija had, despite losing and despite being cold as shit.. "Thanks for the practice. I owe you a story, but maybe we can find shelter first?" Her voice was raised, practically a shout as she searched around them for suitable shelter.