Northstar Vale Risk It for The Biscuit

The call rang clear through the air and roused Saarthal from a mid-morning nap. At first, the leaden heaviness of her limbs screamed in protest and Saar was ready to yawn, stretch and slump back onto the warm grassy floor to continue her nap. But - she was getting fat and she needed some exercise, and she did promise Reiko that she was a warrior (and she wouldn't be a very good one without practice). Ugh. So, after a dozen or so expletives had been thrown into the mid-day air, Saarthal set off toward the source of the howl. It wasn't long before a familiar figure came into view. "Hi!" she said, lips quirked in a roguish smile as she skidded to a stop at what was probably an uncomfortably close distance to Collision.  But nevermind that. "I'm up for a spar. Gotta get back into shape. Getting kinda fat, you see. Or maybe I'm just unknowingly pregnant, who knows?"