Moonspear m'lady is vicious

"A honor to trade skills with packmates." she said without hesitation, and a yearn to do so. There was rare chances to wholeheartedly sweat- her birth pack had made it harsh to the point she called it her own slaughter then of a spar. A group of many against a single dame was no friendly battle, but end in scarring that would continue to hide within her dark fur, hopefully staying that way throughout her life. Even the next, was too busy- but Moonspear, was quite different. Peaceful, but ready. Desdemona was ready at the chance.