8th Howl // Open Audio

[wolvesxeyes]

So, a tournament, huh? Sounds kinda fun. If y'all need me, I'll be workin' on finding a place to practice my archery.

[That's all wolf says before dropping her journal and trotting off with her bow and arrows, quite excited by the prospect of the tournament.]

Comments

[gift-of-earth.livejournal.com]

I might join you in practice. If you don't mind the company.

_{[At least it'll get Ira's mind off of home for a while.]}

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

Sure, I don't mind. I'm out by the Stables, whenever you want to come.

[She's set up a few make-shift targets again, though they're somewhat wonky because of all the snow.]

[gift-of-earth.livejournal.com]

_{[Iramaat ends up joining her. She has her own bow in her hand as she greets her 'host' with a nod.]}

Thank you for allowing me to join you.

_{[She doesn't seem to mind the cold, although she can probably see her breath.]}

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

No worries, not like I own the place.

[Wolf nods towards the targets, aiming her rather large bow once again.]

They're kind of haphazard, but they work. Won't stand up right in the snow.

[TWANG. Yay, she almost hit the middle!]

[thenotmagician]

Does this mean I should root for ya in the tournament?

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

If you want to, yeah~

[thenotmagician]

Alright, then!

Guess I'm on team Sarea.

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

Well, guess I have to practice, now. Don't wanna let anyone down~!

[thenotmagician]

I'll make ya some victory snacks or somethin'.

Trail mix.

[he's kind of kidding. Trail mix is LAME.]

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

Sounds good.

[Make whatever you want, Zeke!]