Misha would make her way to the battlefield, the female never even coming close to this barren land. But, she had to prove herself to Tortuga more than just being a potential babysitter for the pups. No, she wanted to prove herself to the pack, to Qanik, to Roman. With those thoughts in her mind, she would give a determined nod of her head, sinking down onto her haunches on the land of the battlefield. The brown woman would tilt her crown back, calling for anyone who wished to spar. Hopefully it woould be an inexperienced, smaller contestant for the small woman to fight, for she had never fought anyone.