my mom could beat up your mom

Magdalene felt a certain sense of excitement when she was out exploring. The myriad of scents and views was exhilarating. She could encounter many different animals and wolves alike! Some were good, some were bad, but she held her own for the most part. Being a large, well built female with some instinct on how to fight certainly helped.

Her curiosity that day drew her out west toward the plains along the base of the maw. Glinting metal beneath red sunlight caught her attention and hurried her forward. Though rusted and bent, there were objects that might be of worth. Keeping her claws withdrawn, she scratched at the base of the pole that stuck up from the ground, a tattered flag fluttering in the wind.

Almost done retrieving it, another sound causes her to stop and look. Testing the air, she scents someone else, female? Around her age? Eyes narrow, searching until she sees the girl not far off. Oh, a new friend? Maybe she'd spar with her! Eagerness overtakes Mags as she bounds over quickly without any regard to boundaries and social niceties. Letting out a sharp bark of 'hello' as she makes sure not to step on anything sharp or jagged, she has to come to a skidding halt lest she run right into the stranger.

"Cool place? Yeah? Wanna explore? Or spar? I bet I can beat you," Mags grin is wide and fearless. Her paws take her back a few inches as she stares wide eyed at the girl, waiting for an answer.

"Magdalene"