Blackfeather Woods Dancing on my grave

Aeronwyn glanced at him warily as he questioned him. Proving her worth? What was she doing? Well, she couldn't very well be 'proving her worth' every moment of every day, could she? But her slim face showed none of these thoughts as she turned to the male. He she been not so new, she would have retorted sharply, but her position was too fragile and she did not wish to make enemies so early. She sized him up, pelt scanning over his ebony pelt. If he so wished for her to prove herself, she would be happy to oblidge. "Perhaps I could do so now. Would it be prudent of me to ask for a spar, if only test my skills against a opponent such as yourself?" she asked, carefully getting to her feet gracefully. She was leaner then him, but almost the same height.