Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

fade to black? Whrist is butt hurt and needs time to lick her wounded pride haha

Breathing hard she got her paws below her and stood up and shook herself off, some blood flecked the ground but what was  a spar without blood spilled.

Whrist was not stupid she knew that should this have been a real fight she'd be dead, she had to begrudgingly offer this wolf at least some modicum of respect. She followed Nyra to the water but rather then stop at the waters edge she splashed in up to her neck allowing to cool water to wash the fresh blood from her pelt and soothe the burning in her flesh. She turned and face her opponent and nodded respectfully “thanks,” Her tone was not rude nor angry nor haughty but she wanted to speak now less then she had before.

Standing again were she had stood this morning, she lowered her head and lapped at the cool water and was not intending on getting out again anytime soon.