Silver Creek takes two to tango

Okay, so he was ballsy and smart. She'd also give him that. Teeth connected with her scruff and the woman gasped inwardly. If there was one thing she hated was the feeling of suffocation. Wren tore herself backward, hoping to dislodge him. A fight could be over before it began if a foe got your neck.

She hadn't expected him to be sharp. His ruse worked. She was nearly at his mercy right now - thank gods it was a spar. Wren blamed it on being soft for a year. She hadn't picked a fight - a proper one - in ages. And her old pack? Well... they had an easy silence for some time.

Except that one time where foreign wolves came to their border chanting blood. Yep, she almost forgot about fighting for her pack then.

unsuccessful roll.