Vex had grown tired of roaming her forest, so today, she sought out Fury. Her scent hung heavy in the area, which was only natural, but then, she heard the Warchief's voice. The Cruor Queen let out a low bark, announcing her presence, before pushing forward and onto the scene. "Fury — lovely. And is this one of yours?" She glanced down to the girl, offering her a toothy smile. Then, back to the girl's mother. "I hope I'm not intruding."

Vex had been in her fair share of fights recently — two with that brute Kevalin, one with Vorilye, and of course her fight with Vivaan, the only one she'd lost. But, then again, part of her had wanted to lose — it was providing her with children. "I can spar," she agreed easily, giving Fury a small smirk. She was healing well, and she was still early on in her pregnancy that she doubted it would hurt the whelps. It would also serve as a good lesson for the girl. Looking upon her opponent, she knew she would be in the same danger as with Vorilye — Fury was much larger than Vex, and had more weight to her. If Vex wasn't careful during their spar, she would find herself easily pinned. Glancing to Sovereign, Vex told her, "In a fight, size matters, as I'm sure your mother will demonstrate that soon."

Vex realized, almost at once, that she was severely outmatched. It wasn't just that her opponent was larger than her — she had no tells, little warning of attack. Vex had not expected it, and she was struck hard in the shoulder, then slammed with such force that she staggered sideways and very nearly lost her footing.

Eyes widening, a great grin spread easily across her features — oh, how glad she was to have met the Warchief. Vex would have to fight smart. A low exhale, and then she rushed forth, teeth aiming to grab a foreleg and then yanking backwards, in an attempt to unbalance Fury.

Fury's headbutt dazed Vex, but she rose back up, determined. She realized that she was outmatched, but it only made her fight harder. As the adrenaline rushed through her veins, Vex backed up several paces, circling Fury, looking for an opening. There — her scarred flank. She rushed forth, aiming to sink teeth into the scarred flesh, then pulled her body back, away from Fury's teeth.

Vex had been bested, she knew this from the start, but the knowledge came again as blood was drawn. With Fury at her ribs, Vex released the other woman with a snarl. "Alright, you win! I give in," she panted, pulling away and assessing the damage. It wasn't bad, but she had been right to give in now rather than later. She met Fury's gaze, grinning. "That was the best spar I've had in a long time."

Vex had not been in peak condition before the fight; her body was littered with small marks, some fresh and some old, and Fury had only given her more. None of them were bad — mere cuts and punctures that would heal easily.

At the warchief's question, Vex looked up at her, a soft smirk playing on her black lips, her eyes of fire still dancing from their fight. She then shrugged, rolling her shoulders, and stretched; everything was working fine, and nothing was complaining, though she did have a slight headache. "Nothing I can't handle, never you fear." Her eyes then roved over her scarred ally, also searching for injury — Fury fared better than she did. A final dip of her head, and she glanced to Fury's daughter, smiling slightly. "I'm hoping for little ones of my own, soon. You'll have friends you can visit." Thoughts of an arranged marriage crossed her mind, but she was ahead of herself; her pregnancy hadn't even been confirmed yet. Vex gave a low chuckle, then looked back to Fury.

"You must visit me. My whelps will keep me bound to the forest."

The Cruor Queen smiled, chuckling almost nervously as she admitted, "My family tradition dictates that no men may be present during. It... would be nice to have company." The thought of bearing her children alone... she could do it, if she had to, but it wouldn't be pretty. "I'll send word." Another smile, a final dip of her head, and Vex turned and left.