Stavanger Bay Everyone knows how to fish...right?

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Luna, after nearly landing face-first in the sand from her failed attempt at a kick, quickly stumbled to her feet and turned to face her large opponent. The fae was ready for her next attempt to get a hit on him, even if she did miss 3 times in a row. Yet by the time Luna turned around, the brindle male had already backed away and stood up straight. 

This spar seemed to be over already — how dissapointing.

He'd smile at Lunaria and compliment her movements rather than crediting his own, which annoyed her a little. "Don't you sugar coat it, I was pretty shit..." Luna chuckled to herself and planted a paw to her face, glancing back up at him with a playfully competitive look in her eyes. "But don't worry big guy, you won't win next time. Now then..." It was sad that this was the end of it, but hopefully they'll cross paths and spar once more again. That is, if she'd be able to recall him — this he-wolf had yet to tell her his name. "Want tell me who I owed the pleasure of sparring with?"