Redsand Canyon Feel the bass, racing across the desert night

So this young wolf was seeking out a sparing partner as well. She supposed growing up in a pack such as this, he would be versed in the art of sparing from an early age. The look on his face read a level of wariness. Paeon never thought of herself as one that would appear intimidating, so that lack of familiarity must be the cause. "Sure is!" she replied when asked about her desire to spar.

"It's good to meet ya. I'm Paeon. New here. Wh..." she was about to ask the boy his name when Alstoemeria arrived. She perked up at the sight of a familiar face. It was a feeling she hadn't had in a while. Her arriving comment also made it sound as though she were interested in sparing. Introducing herself to a new pack member through a spar, or going up against the seemingly well-versed Alstoemeria... it was a hard decision, but she knew one thing for certain. "I call first round!"