Sleeping Dragon Innerbloom

She legitimately didn't notice Rosalyn until she spoke. Wildfire started, her fur prickling instinctively, her eyes sharp with displeasure as they clapped upon the other she-wolf. Once recognition struck, she calmed somewhat, though her black tail gave one decidedly predatory lash. Idly, she wondered what it would feel like to bathe in one of the thermal springs. Would it burn? Would she stink afterward? Would the heat simmer away all her worries and cares?

Shoving that silly notion aside, Wildfire replied curtly, "No." She then paused for half a beat before squaring off with the other woman and ask, "Spar with me?" It was a very unusual request for the ambassador, yet she felt the itch all the way down to her bones. She needed to work it out somehow and a (friendly?) spar seemed like a reasonable solution.