Sun Mote Copse Just like dust we settle in this town

She felt pretty sick at the idea of it, but Wraen sounded serious.  Her stomach was weighed down with an anxiety she couldn't really explain.  What was wrong with her?  She'd spent so long loving stories about great warriors, and for so long she'd gone on and on about how she wanted to be a Valkyrie.  They were her heroes.

I tried fighting, before I got here.  I was starving and I couldn't even get a single bite before they forced my nose in the snow,  she said, still looking away.  Then she finally let Wraen meet her gaze.  What will Towhee do if I totally fail at it?  She was intimidating, and Maia didn't know her well.  Would she just fight harder?  Would she embarrass her in front of the whole pack?  Maia had a plethora of nightmare scenarios she'd cooked up over the last couple of weeks avoiding it.

But I'll try.  It's fine, I'm just being stupid.  She shrugged, and her tone was forcibly light.  You know me, I'd rather talk a wolf's ear off.  Maybe a spar with Towhee wouldn't be so bad.  After how bothered she was with the last one, and how much of a coward she'd been, she should probably do something to make up for it.