You make the night, I always cross the line

[After she gets in the fight with Ixora.]

The punctures on Lyria were sore, but they were not as bad as her paw. It was lifted over the ground, throbbing with pain anyways. The fur around her wounds had been cleaned of blood, even if the fur was a little dingy. At least she wasn't as bored anymore; the fight had been an exciting one, if kinda short. Ears pricked, the tiny female walked around aimlessly, waiting for something else interesting. When she saw the female, Lyria stopped in her tracks.

She had never seen such a color on a wolf, or the cross marking. Even to her, there was an odd air of beauty to the other female. Her tail wagging slightly, she made her way forth. "Um.....Hi?"

Great job, Lyria. The female inwardly scolded herself. Now it's already awkward.