The energy had been deflated from her body. Where was her adrenaline? Where was her motivation to fight? It was all gone. She couldn't fight without a motivation, and so far it was only sheer anger and hate that drove her to battle. But that was a different battle, and she wasn't here to dwell on the past. She was here to improve her skillls, in case she ever encountered the ebony woman once more.
When the Archangel had finished her speech, the alabaster female lumbered away from the breaking crowd to find a suitable, open area for her spar. How ironic it was for her to be partnered with the head healer. It was only for the season; she'd have to survive somehow. She needed to learn how to work with all of her pack-mates, anyway. Looking back over her shoulder, she awaited the older woman's arrival, and when she was close enough she spoke with a dip of her head. "You may have the first move."
