Hoshor Plains No one needs to hear your words...

"You may be a good for a rat," She flashed a rather cocky grin, "but i'm a trained warrior." Her muscles were sore but she stood up proud, like a crown reigned on her head. However Orlaith gently tried to brush against him to show good faith, in a way to recognize each others scent for another day.

"If I see you again, i'll expect improvements." The two were headbutting in words earlier, but she always found friendliness amongst sparring.