feral

Another day, another spar. Widow would not stop until her muscles ached and her breathing was ragged, and yet the day had only begun. Traveling to the battlefield early in the morning before the sun even rose, she was waiting now in the near dark, the earliest part of the sunrise where the sky was still dark but the horizon was starting to glow. Tipping her head back, she called out for a challenger, wondering if there was anyone awake and nearby at this hour. She wouldn't be surprised if not though si she decided to settle in and wait. Relaxing in the sand, she crossed her forepaws and watched as the sunrise started to light up the morning sky.

"Speech!"