Maybe you missed it, but I'm that #Bitch

Shaking out her pelt, Widow was finding the battlefield the best place to go when she was bored. She needed to get her strength back fully anyway, and regain some of the muscle she had lost while she was sick. She was looking too thin, though she wasn't really complaining, she just wanted to have a bit more bulk to her bite, and perhaps some curves to go with it.

The sun was high over the battlefield as Widow stood in the center of the sand. Taking a slow, deep breath, she called out for the nearest challenger, inviting them to a spar. She preferred this over sparring her packmates consistantly, because this way she was exposed to different fighting styles. And maybe, if one day she ever encountered a sparring partner in a raid, she would already know some of their tricks. Ending her call, Widow decided to sit and took a big drink from her water bladder before setting it aside and waiting for someone to appear.

"Speech!"