Ravensblood Forest Silver apples of the moon

A spar was proposed, and the woman nodded. This, she would do, and do without doubt. The same had been requested from her upon her joining of the Willows, she remembered, and a spar she did not fear it the least. "Very well" she agreed with a dip of her muzzle, watching the other to see if he would too agree, and if so, when this would begin. She was made weary by travel, though not enough so to ask to delay the inevitable spar that would occur. And she was in no mood to turn away from the borders of the Family, which had aroused her interest. She would allow the other to strike when he would, for seldom did she make the first move.