Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

Though certainly sweet and rather desperately friendly, Doe did not consider herself a peace-loving creature. She would try to keep peace where it served her, but had no qualms against using violence as means to her ends. She was a wolf, after all. She liked her meat bloody, like sinking her teeth into squirming flesh. Such things were natural to wolves, and Doe held them close to her heart, loving them as much as she loved digging and play.

Fighting, though not something she was very familiar with, seemed to her like it would be as fun and exciting as the hunt, with the added benefit of giving her another tool with which she might gaurd her life, and the lives of those she called her own. Sweet and friendly she may be, but the scrappy shewolf became a ruthless creature when herself or her own were threatened.

"Whenever you're ready," said Doe, eyes gleaming.