Northstar Vale like steps in a dance

By the time the pair reached their destination, she could feel the dulled sensation of her paws having gone numb. It often came when running, when steadily falling heavily rather than gracefully on the ground. She felt nothing but the indentation of the rocks against her pads, no pain, no strain, but the pressure of her weight against the rocks. As Raheerah moved toward the rocks that littered the clearing, she followed suit without question though took an opposing side. She hadn’t thought of a spar taking place not long after her rest, but rather that she could not learn from him if she stood so close. One could not admire the whole if too fixed upon the details. Exhaling, she leapt for a rock mound of her own, perched with all paws grasping the stone with care. Her tail remained outright, swaying purposefully to keep her balanced and steady. Her shoulders were forward pushing the folds of protective fat closer to her neck as she lowered her head at the ready to observe, and unknowingly spar.