No fun in boring

She paced, she brooded, she sent her mouse to do near impossible errands day in and day out. Roselin was exceedingly bored, and she absolutely loathed the feeling. It was easy to be bored with a feeble world such as this when you see yourselves as gods, as something so much higher than the natives here. Their willows were peaceful, sure, but every day like that was incredibly boring. So! She sought something to put the adrenaline in her veins, to push her body so she didn't get too much weight on her (oh the horror!). She needed to stretch, to exercise, and so far the only place that she knew of that could do such a thing (other than her brother of course) was the silly battle grounds. It was almost comical how these wolves chose a field of all places to congregate and practice their battling. So, she would play by their rules, and beat them all in the process.

With her gentle, yet oddly darkened smile she trotted from her willowy home once more, stepping along to find the battlefield. She sat in her chosen spot, her delicate and fragile looking body sitting perfectly with one paw before the other and her back straight. Her eyes were half lidded as she gazed around, searching for someone that could be worthy enough to be her opponent, or someone that needed to be tossed down several pegs by her prowess. She didn't look like she could be a fighter, despite her incredible height (that may or may not have aided in her belief that she was above everyone else). But she had more than enough faith in her skills, and she waited, rather impatiently, for someone to be stupid enough to face her in battle.

Ros v _____
0/2?
For spar