Moonspear fight night

It was not the sound (or obviously sight) of him that warned her that he was near, but his scent. And it grew stronger with every step she took until she paused, too, her own ears pricked. Gannet, she greeted, taking tentative steps toward him, using her nose to judge scent strength relative to his nearness. Her tail waved when she thought she felt his furs where his scent seemed to be concentrated the strongest (but for all she knew, it was a treebranch that had caught those furs). 

She grinned. 's this you? I'm working on relying on my eyesight less, she informed him. To become the best warrior, I can't come too dependent on it, I figure, that was one of the thousands of reasons. Her tail waved. Y'wanna spar? she invited, taking some odd steps back.