Redsand Canyon she held her pose

renard is down upon the ground and submits. praimfaya takes the proverbial laurel with a grin, pacing back a few steps to give her companion room to get back to their feet. good spar. she compliments, stretching a bit to determine what feels sore. i had fun. but of course she did. she always enjoyed spars. they were invaluable: for keeping her own skill sharp, for getting to know her packmates in a different way than normal convention ...and more recently, for analyzing for key points of strength and weakness. though she isn't so certain she can trust renard, she considers that when the time came she would offer them a chance to join with her. hela, too.

for now, the wanheda keeps her cards close to her chest, building up the walls of her fortress tall and strong, keeping her eye on the prize: harbinger while also keeping in her mind the reason behind why she was truly here.

a soft churr of laugher leaves praimfaya as renard's voice lulls her back from her thought train, ears cupping forth and tail swaying lazily against her hind legs. i was still recovering from these wounds. praimfaya points out. and even a master warrior has her off days. she could only hope that she wasn't have an off day when it truly mattered.