*pounces*
The coyote woman was greatly dissatisfied with her performance in her first battle. Most of it she had spent trying to dodge and outmaneuver a rider on horseback. She'd been somewhat successful, in that she hadn't died. The cost was that she had gained new wounds, although none were so debilitating that she couldn't move - they were just painful. It was something she had to get used to, she knew, but she didn't enjoy it.
She fidgeted in the darkness of her cave. Her mind repeated the fight over and over in her head, and each time she wondered what she might have done differently--and always, she came to the same conclusion. She didn't know enough to defeat that woman, and she never would unless she learned. The coywolf picked herself up and left the den, hoping she might interrupt Vesper on her patrols, or else she'd ask one of the other clan warriors if she stumbled upon them.
Alma had not wandered far before she noticed a light outside. Curiosity instantly drew her to it, like a moth to a flame. Her ears tipped forward at the sound of woodcarving and some bird-like mumble. The scent of the vulture filled her nostrils.
"Hello, Ze... Zed..." She waved a hand in apology and shrugged. She had noticed the dusky coyote, but it didn't occur to her as rude to greet the bird first. She found him fascinating still, and it was difficult to control her urge to watch him.
Reluctantly, she turned her head to Ithiel."Hello." She eyed the carvings with some interest - they would have to talk about such things later, but for now, Alma wanted a teacher. "Do you know how to fight? Without a bow, that is."
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