Redsand Canyon She said she needs proof

probably, praimfaya agrees with a lofty shrug of her shoulder, masking the twitch of pain the action brings to the broken skin; ignoring the stinging smart that lingers in the absence of teeth. so we'll call it a draw. for now, praimfaya is content with that. this is, after all, a spar. though she wonders if he would be so quick to draw were it a real spar. she tucks the consideration away. i'm not easy to beat and i'll go down fighting. she would fight to her last breath, if that was what it took. we'll have to spar again sometime. she says with a wag of her tail and a soft smile tugging at the edges of her lips. for now, i think i'll burn off the rest of my energy with a patrol.