Swiftcurrent Creek yo la tengo

I'm fine with either doing paragraph fights or the dice rolls if you wanna have a good ol' friendly spar. :)

Shaking the rain from her coat, Fox listened as Sveinn spoke of where he had been in vague terms. “No big,” replied the fireball, “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t secretly plotting to overthrow me.” How Fox would have laughed if she had realized that something similar was happening right beneath her nose. Unfortunately, she was none the wiser of Jinx's current ploy to steal from her a gaggle of her followers and take them to a mountain far away. It was probably better this way, and Fox would eat any lie somebody gave her. She was not a perceptive wolf in the least.

“Say… how do you feel about having a bit of a spar?” she asked. Fox now felt at full strength, and sparring was one of her favorite ways to pass the time and bond with her fellow packmates. Besides, perhaps Sveinn was a better fighter than he was a hunter. Not that the creek needed more warriors or wardens, but it could not hurt. The yearling lowered into a playful bow, inviting Sveinn to take the first strike.