Sunspire Mountains And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke

She grinned wildly. It was never a time where Orlaith would deny a friendly spar, especially with one who seemed to be tempered by nature itself to gain where he was. She wisked herself off from the rock they laid, and backed into a flat corner, "Sure," she said later, despite already preparing.

"Bring it on buddy," while a foolishly delighted grin hung on the flaming wolf's face, she still held the proper means of a sparring stance. Her body low to the ground and balanced, but she held tail firmly tucked and ears behind. Never know what could go bad in a fight, and she did not wish to lose anything yet.