Two Rivers Isle Pity Party

She had awoken that morning with a desire to fight. It had been long, too long, since she had had a true spar, not some frantic battle tinged with hate and desperation. She slipped from her den, confident strides taking her to the inner territory, where she quickly found a clearing within the trees. Her eyes surveyed the spot, discovering it to be flat and covered with hard-packed earth, and circled the area once to discover if it would suit her designated purpose. It was large, rimmed by thick undergrowth on one side, sparse trees on the other. 

Her mind turned to @Shink, having never before seen him fight nor spar with another, and was curious of his skill. Therefore, it has him she howled for, an invitation to a spar, hoping that he would accept. Once the last notes had left her muzzle, she sat at the edge of the clearing. Silver optics scanning the treeline should he appear.