Bearclaw Valley karate lessons

zeph had been idly kicking around snow when the hulking frame of tvar had come striding over. she lets out a grunt feigning disinterest, when in reality she was finally thrilled to have someone consider her potential worth.

the corner of a lip tugs upward to a bold smirk, paw raising to motion the classic bring it on gesture. 

"do your worst," she teased before ducking low and surveying the man's figure for any opportunity to strike.