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Fully emerging from the tent with the hand once atop her head veiling her eyes, she nodded her intended greeting to the true enough bright afternoon before letting her auburn shrouded gaze fall on the surrogate son of her husband. “Bright indeed…” she mumbled while bringing the previously concealing umber hand to the back of her head to run loosely through her mane. Already in the afternoon and she hadn’t bothered to tend to her appearance as she should have. But then she hadn’t anticipated coming out into the open world until later than evening. However if ever there was a reason to be out amongst the festival crowd it was for an event, especially one that catered to her honed expertise.
While combing through her mane repeatedly with both sets of claws she listened keenly to the young man’s proposal with ears leaning forward in obvious interest. She was familiar that most of the packs had events fitting either to their ideals or abilities, so this news of the Cavelieri’s activity shouldn’t have surprised her as much as it did. But the shock was evident as was the excitement as it crept into her features and noticeably brightened her face. “Jazper’s pack,” she noted aloud, more for herself than for Saul.
She hardly needed a moment to ponder on the thought but her silence came from distraction as she became momentarily busy with taming her rebellious mane into some kind of a manageable braid. Dexterous fingers worked from the top of her head downward, corralling the wild locks to flow as she instructed down to its end then hastily knotted it following with a swift toss around her shoulders. As always a few strands were missed, most of them stemming from the nape of her neck to hang in tendrils, but it was the best she could do with the allotted time she was given. Besides, if sparring was to be her activity of the day, it was doubtful how she wore her hair mattered, as opposed to how she could keep it out of the way from being used against her as Saluce often took great pleasure in.
“Would this be a weaponed activity?” she asked finally, lifting her head with interest whilst subconsciously drawing attention to the snug fitted collar around her neck. “Or simply hand to hand?” Either condition would have suited her liking… but of course every fighter had their preference.