Gilded Bay it's a battle cry, it's a symphony

looking for a sparring thread but i'll take anything else, too <3

Asherah had confused her. The encounter was fuzzy in Ragna's memories, flooded with the heady scent of her packmate's heat and the strangeness of it all. Reason had been swept away in favor of emotion and instinct. Even days later, Ragna felt out of equilibrium, a mood for which she had but one cure. She left the quiet of the copse and struck out for the shore.

Hours later found her with the sand beneath her paws and sea salt in her coat. Swimming in the ocean had cleansed much of her confusion and settled her frayed edges, but there was still an edge of frustration to her mood that could only be solved with physicality. So with her feet planted in the shifting sands of the shallows, Ragna tipped up her nose and called for a challenger, for any wolf who would spar with her.