Mount Apikuni a spar for your thoughts

He laughed at her question. She did not know how to take that response. Was he laughing at her for questioning him? Or was he excited to spar? Or maybe he was laughing because he did not believe her to be a good warrior, as she had said?

’Are you going to test me, good warrior?’

Ah. Perhaps he did not believe in her skill. Well. That was fine. He had not seen her fight, either. How would he be able to trust her words without witnessing a fight? Or without sparring with her himself? Good. Perhaps he would agree.

“Yes, I am,” was her response to his question. “If you are willing,” she added, not wanting to force him. She did not want to start trouble between her packmates at this early stage, when they were not even true packmates yet. If he refused her, then so be it. Her view of him would suffer, but she would not force a fight out of him. “Understand that this would be a friendly spar. No eye shots. No blood. We fight until one of us surrenders or is unable to continue. Agreed?”