Ah shit... well, she hadn't been expecting a massive fucking cat of all things. Mercy throws a glance over her shoulder, gaze searching for Wake. She could still see his outline, smell the smoke from his pipe, but he's too far to actually make any expression out. Shit was he even paying attention?
It doesn't matter, there's no being chicken shit about this. Mercy offered a grin, trying to look confident. Trying, but what's there to say it was actually working. Drawing to her full height and trying to psych herself up with a rowdy little dance on too-big paws, the girl will take the challenge in stride.
Lowering her head and taking off at a run, she dives toward the liger's side. If she's able to get there, then she can tag the cat in the sensitive spot just behind the elbow. Just have to be mindful of the claws, keen gaze trying not to fixate on them too hard. Shit, this was a lot different than beating on the other Raider pups.
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coded by NachoMumma
Mercy vs Raumr for spar
Round 1/?
Age: under 6 months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Arctic Reindeer Eyes - Perception
Mutation 2: Thicker crystalline fur - Defensive
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Navigator
