grooving on the dancefloor (FESTIVAL SPARS)

Stories of the festival's going on in Ebony land would spark an interest in the brown pelted girl. She had of late gained quite an interest in sparring and the chance to test her might against wolves of all the packs came as a great appeal to her. She wanted to prove herself, prove to Bass and to Abaven that she could do this. When it came time for the spars to begin Motif would find herself in Ebony lands, and would have a chance to see the competition about her. She knew next to none of the wolves in the crowd, except of course her Brother Dear who stood beside the Ebony queen in a stance of companionable friendship.



She would grin up at her brother as she moved through the wolves and found herself a place to sit. She would glance about for a moment more as the wolves about her seemed to volunteer themselves for the challenges to come and the fiery girl would flash a wide grin and look up at Katja. ?Count me in!? she called, and darted her eyes also to her brother to see his reaction. Did he know she would participate? Well certainly he would have guessed, he had seen the love she was developing for spars and the wins she was collecting.