Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

Pangur met with ground once more, little harder this time, but nothing unmanageable, though she was bound to be sore all over by the end of it. Perhaps a concussion for good measure.

No, fox could not beat bear. Her momentum was stolen in an instant. Blegh She'd groan as she recovered the wind that had been knocked out. Another pause in their spar, she was defeated. 

Fighting, hunting, there was some overlap but not enough. Still, there was so much to learn. It was invigorating. Then what does the fox do? she asked curiously, tilting her head, wide ears posied to listen. She rolled back onto her feet. Her forelimb aching, she would spare it a glance to be sure she had not ruined Seiðkona's hard work.