Grouse Thicket Queen of Diamonds

Again she had journeyed from her isle home, this time with intent and purpose. The femme itched for a fight, a spar. She had fought many battles filled with hate, desperation, and adrenaline, now she sought a partner for which to strengthen her skills. Fighting manical battles was no way to stay sharp, as one simply struck when possible, most times there was no true technique involved.

So, coming up with no better ideas, she had loped a short way from home and howled. It was a summoning, and invitation, the intent of such a meeting written clearly in the melodious notes that spewed from her muzzle. She searched for a partner with which to spar, and nothing more. She wanted to feel the same when she had sparred with the dark furred woman, a dance of dangerous proportions, but knew that such a meeting would be rare. 

She sat on her haunches, still, waiting in the clearing she had searched for, the perfect place for a spar.