Moonspear a cheer to the champion

The woman nodded, "I did." Ritual, routine, just a casual habit. If she couldn't practice with others, perhaps with herself she can be. The object was lifeless and didn't move, the best she could provide was to sharpen her claws against it's harder part, and scrap away the easier woods chunked with duller one's. Tattered and beaten, but yet still stood strong. 

"A practice target."