If she was going to be as good a fighter as her daddy she needed to practice more. She'd been getting "lessons" for as long as she could remember, lessons that hadn't even felt like lessons most of the time. It wasn't until she was a bit older that she'd realized that the games they played and the funny stances they had to take served a purpose. Rhys knew how to defend and attack just as well as she knew how to do anything else...but that didn't mean she didn't need practice. She would always need practice. It was with those thoughts in mind that she headed for the big clearing near the barn. The ground was still a little squishy in places but not too bad. Considering how mucky the rest of Imperium was a little squish to the ground wasn't so bad. It would do. After stopping in the center of the clearing Rhys howled to make her interest known. She wanted a fight and she didn't particularly care who showed, although the idea of her dad popping in and squaring off with her made her nervous. Hopefully he wouldn't take her up on her offer.

Illie was bored, restless, what have you. She really didn't like sitting around, because that just let her mind reel. Her thoughts were usually all over the place, and most of them weren't very fun, so she didn't like thinking very much. Not right now at least. So she looked for something to do! Patrolling seemed fun, she had done it with Ash and Mercy, but after two passes she had gotten kinda bored, so that was out. Perhaps she could go bug another one of her new packmates! But who. She hummed softly as she moved through the lands she was beginning to recognize, her eyes searching the grass, as if that would bring about something.

Large blue eyes lifted to the sky when a call rang out, her head tilted slightly to the left. Oh? Well...this seemed fun. She'd grin before bounding off in that direction, seeing another massive wolf standing in wait. "Geesh! Another mountain!" She said loudly, huffing as she stepped towards this strange girl. She was beginning to understand Mercy's sensitivity to her height, and the white woman was still taller than Illie! "Are you wantin to fight?" She asked almost hopefully, a gentle grin on her lips before she took a step back and spread her legs to a shoulder width distance, lowering her head like Mercy had taught her. "Cause it sounds fun!"


Illie v Rhys
Round 0/2?
For spar related activities

What? Another mountain? What did that mean? Rhys squinted at the smaller girl in confusion. She was talking to her, right? "Are you wantin' to fight?" Okay, that one made sense. Rhys grinned as the girl started setting her defenses. "Sure am." She'd never seen this girl before, but she had her familial markings. Maybe she was another phantom sibling like Seraphim. Rhys stepped back a couple of paces to widen the distance between them to roughly six feet. "Name's Rhys." She wiggled her toes and lightly kneaded the squishy ground underfoot. That might cause some problems if she wasn't careful. "Are you new? Haven't seen you before." Rhys lowered her head a bit and eyed the girl, clearly sizing her up. RHYS versus ILLUME for SPAR Round ZERO of TWO