Redtail Rise She'll take what you give her, as long as it's free

Lilia sharpened her claws. She'd found a good stump that was perfect, and she used it to rake her claws into the bark, hoping that it might help her work the blunt ends of her claws into points. She used a log nearby to practice her balance on, teetering precariously, but holding her head up the whole time, staring out to the horizon. Fighting wasn't all about being bitey and swipey- it was also being well coordinated. And what Lilia may have lacked in size and strength, she certainly made up for in coordination. 

She trained herself to pivot on top of the claw-sharpening stump, so that she could spin without losing her balance or moving off her spot. Like a ballerina, practicing her pirouettes. But there was only so much she could practice on her own. 

So she howled- calling out for anyone willing to help her learn some fighting moves- and maybe participate in a spar.