Dragoncrest Cliffs we are one kru

Blixen, stricken with an upset stomach, weighed her options as the minutes ticked by. She was, once more, off on her own and away from the general noise of the pack's center in an effort to relieve her stomach of what befouled it. Her breakfast wasn't agreeing with her and, as she sat with a woozy head and topsy-turny stomach, she wondered if it would be wise to ignore the call completely and get some rest. However, she was far too competitive to let Robin and Artaax get all the attention—she wasn't about to be the absentee.

So she rolled onto her feet just as a wave of nausea hit her, and caused her to expell the offending contents of her stomach in a greenish heap. Blixen curled her nose at the smell, and spat out a few gobs of spittle to clean her mouth of the taste. Never again would she tempt fate by eating meat from god knows how many days ago. Her appetite for all things food would take some time to recover, as would her poor stomach.

The girl came upon the scene just as Eske was directing them into the first motions of sparring—her attention was diverted to the streak of black-and-red that stood opposite of Eske herself! She was torn between anger and shame that Bobby had somehow ascended to a lofty position in her brief absence. Blixen turned to Artaax for reassurance only to find he was paired off with the shy girl... Dahlia, if she recalled correctly, leaving her entirely alone.

To make matters worse, she could see her dusky Nomi observing nearby. Her stomach did another somersault, this time not from off-meat, and tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She was utterly embarassed that she had arrived so late, and now stood without a partner. So, instead of getting immediately involved, she slunk around the side to observe from a place out of reach and out of the way to sort her emotions out. Hopefully she wouldn't get called on right away, or be asked to explain herself...