Duskfire Glacier burn

drawn toward the gutteral growls, svalla steps forth out of the night. prowling toward faust, eyes heavy with intent as she watches him latch onto bark. it tears from the tree, indents that would last for centuries. 

she grins, wild and competitive. "that's hardly an opponent, faust." comes her taunt. goading, challenging. fire lights in her veins at the prospect of a spar. like when they were young; except now faust was stronger. and yet, she did not hesitate. she would meet his teeth and blows with her own.

"let's see how you handle a real target, hm?" she circles him, muscles coiling beneath her pale coat. keen, sharp eyes watching him, trying to anticipate his movements.