Hot to go!

Kaija was itching for a fight. It wasn't even that her mood was terrible (though there was a lot of room for improvement), but she'd been lying low while the wound she'd gained from a scrap with some coyotes healed. There had been a whole lot of shit going on with the Raiders lately, though she didn't care to know the finer details - but part of her couldn't help but feel a little bit excluded. It was childish, but it was how she felt. Whatever, it wasn't like she'd ever fit in perfectly anywhere anyway, so this was no exception. At least it was usually better than wandering aimlessly on her own.

She needed to stay sharp if she intended on continuing to raid with them though, so today she came seeking an opponent. The sound of the river nearby only briefly captured her attention before she set back on her task - sniffing impatiently at the ground as she tried to assess who might be nearby. Finally she lifted her head high and let loose a curt howl, requesting an opponent for a spar, nothing more and nothing less.