Qeya River Weary

A braying laugh, almost a shriek, erupted from Tulukiri when she heard the way Amalia called her out. Rather than take the initiative and prove herself, she used words! Oh, she was no threat at all.

The shadow moved swiftly to where Tulukiri stood, a growl following her the whole way, and the golden girl was already facing-off against Amalia by the time they were together. She saw the way she favored certain steps over others, likely having become stiff after being put-down by her own superiors.

I don't think, I know. I've been to war. I've trained with Kigipigak himself, and with the likes of Tartok for my whole life! What was that about showing rather than telling? Tulukiri had fallen for the bait and only noticed after she'd tried to verbally counter.

Tsk, a smirk appears on her face. do you even know what you're saying? I'm just stating a fact. If you want another go, come on, lets go! The look darkened on her face a touch, and the fur along her spine began to bristle.

Of course, what would Kigipigak think of all this?