Silver Creek takes two to tango

He lets go. Wren almost whines, protesting this soft treatment. But she guesses its just how he is. Kindly like that. That Lette seems to be a lucky woman by the hour. Instead, she scowls at him briefly before giving a nod.

"I guess that's enough for now" there is some fur missing from her neck and he's bloody in the mouth.

She could do worse for her second spar in the Teekons. Her aim wasn't to kill the guy anyway. Wren tilts her head, frowning. "Sorry about that" the brunette motions to his jaw "I didn't... mean to kick so hard." No hard feelings, hopefully?