Ravensblood Forest stark

meredith rolled her eyes dramatically, though the grin tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. she propped herself up on her elbows, the snow clinging to her fur like stubborn little ghosts. oh, spare me the lecture, cap, she drawled, her mummers accent lilting with exaggerated exasperation. i don’t need titles to be mighty. i’ve got... finesse.

she stretched out languidly, her tail flicking like a cat’s as she let the word hang in the frosty air for emphasis. sparrin’? nah, not my style, she admitted, shrugging. all that brute strength, brawlin’, throwin’ paws—it’s messy work. i’m more of a stealth kinda gal, y’see.

her grin turned sly as she tilted her head at him, cerulean eyes sparkling with mischief. what i lack in muscle, i make up for in brains. why go toe-to-toe when ye can catch ‘em off guard? y’know, like knockin’ a certain captain flat on his arse.

she chuckled, brushing the snow from her paws as she pushed herself up to sit. but if yer offerin’ to teach, i might consider. though i reckon ye’d better keep yer guard up—i don’t fight fair, cap. the smirk she threw his way was pure mischief, daring him to call her bluff