The Floodlands wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight

Friendly spar!

A response came almost immediately. Ragna's stomach clenched in excitement, and already adrenaline was building up the drumming of her heart. She itched for a good fight, and hoped her challenger would provide one.

The wolf that came was, like so many she knew these days, a red-furred woman. She was not built of the angles the Sunspear Arunik'ra was, but was stockier and better built for brute strength. Her eyes were aflame, and in them Ragna saw a wolf equal to the task of sparring with her. The woman spoke, and Ragna's ears twitched irritably. They were not here to speak, but to spar. However, she would confirm that she was one of the Malkaria's numbers. I am. No more words, stranger. We will not injure, she said, laying out the rules for the fight. We finish when one of us surrenders. Begin. And with that she charged forward, aiming to knock the challenger to the ground.