Silvertip Mountain Competition or not?

Zaria kept standing she wasn't much of a sitter. While Dorthran wolves were watching the herd you couldn't sit there. You had to stand. She was a very defined female. She was small yes, but not less feisty. Zaria instantly approved of what he was saying. She liked that her packmates were listening to her and her advise. "Good. I am warrior. I can mentor you," she spoke, while working on her own trade of course. She was young and capable. Definitely worth something. And with two warriors they at least were starting to have some kind of defense system if anything went wrong.

Zaria looked at the male and then gave away a small smile. "You want to spar now?," she asked. It had been a while since she fought since the female had been focussing on her poisons. She was very close to obtaining it. Her wickedness would be even more lethal.