That morning the babe felt strangely determined to fight. To get her arms wrapped around something, and her jaws pulling and tearing at scruffs. It was a rather strange feeling, but she knew that's what she wanted. A spar. A fight or practice. If the tall girl ever became a queen or if she ever earned a high rank...she'd need to keep her crown. And to do that she'd need exceptional battle skills. Since Ludicael didn't have any training taking place, she'd train outside the pack. May it be another Ludicael wolf or a complete stranger. She wanted a spar and wanted to see if her inner beast was all that powerful. Unless, of course, a wolf that is a friend of hers approaches. Then she won't be so determined to taste blood...
Wren slowly emerged from her den and stretched her cramped up back, maw splitting into a brief yawn. It was a pretty morning in Ludicael, and she would of loved to stay a little bit to drink in the beauty. But she decided, instead, to be begin her walk to the battlefield. It seemed the territories of her own pack were much warmer and brighter than the neutral territories. Others were quiet and freezing, with her breath visible through the gradually brightening morning air. As she trotted through these areas- she wondered how the weather would be at the battlefield. If it was hot...well, she'd run out of breath quicker, and be slower. If cold, it might numb up her paws and make her grow confused.
Thoughts were cut off as the aroma of dry blood filled her nose. She was here, at the battlefield. It wasn't much better than the other territories. But eh, she'd get used to it. Wren slowly made her way to a clearing and stood at one side, mentally noting to herself that whoever was going to spar with her had plenty of space, as did she. Then the babe threw her head back and released a smooth, pretty song, summoning an opponent. After, she'd sit, waiting to see who'd arrive."Speech"
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