Redsand Canyon Until tomorrow comes, this is how we run

Oooh, her choice. If she chose hunt, then they'd get food, but they'd have to be quiet doing it. Sparring meant going up against him, which wasn't the best, but it also meant close contact and more socializing. She bet she could hold her own. It couldn't be that hard, right? He was new.

Let's spar, she replied before taking a few steps back and facing him. She'd been doing enough practicing to know that she wanted to keep her stance balanced, but also be ready to move the instant he came at her. We're supposed to practice about now anyway.