Golden Glade all that he invested in goes straight to hell

She smiled as she shuffled away Ikkuma's name somewhere in her mind.  She was obviously not a Blackthorn or a Redhawk with a name like that (which was what everyone around here ended up being, it seemed) and she was kind of honestly relieved.  

I used to live with a group of boys.  All boys.  With those kinds of hormones, they don't really like to do anything but spar.  Got quite a few wolves where I'm from now that I think could pack a punch too, but I'm not sure 'cause I haven't fought 'em myself.

She sniffed the air, tail waving behind her.  You planning on sticking around?