The obsidian fae padded through the territory, trotting alongside the water. She stood close enough that she felt the damp, soaked ground beneath her paws, but her weight was not enough to send her plunging into the marsh. Nose tilting up towards the sky, she slowly inhaled and exhaled, though as she dragged in a breath it stopped quickly and jaggedly. The pulsating pain her her front and sides prevented her from breathing as she normally would have, before the spar. Even so, she held her head higher and kept each breath calculated and even. She showed no weakness or pain, she had proven victorious over the she-wolf named Tundra. Eyes squinting at the bright flash of the largest star in the sky, she watched as it rapidly descended from its perch in thin air. She halted for a moment, eying the darkening sky. Sundown was approaching, when the sky would burst into an array of pinks, blues and yellows, covering all in its light. After a few long moments of staring at the sky, she flicked her ear, turning and continuing on, paws quietly thudding on the soil, like the audible, but soft pitter patter of small drips of rain from the leaves of the trees, after a shower.

Purposefully striding forward, Ariste allowed her mind to wander, idle mind wandering to the events of the spar, the whole encounter playing out in her mind.  Tundra had fought well, she couldn't deny, which pushed Ariste to train harder. She would leap back into training, not wait until she was fully healed, but adequately enough that she would not simply harm herself further and delay her activity even more. But she refused to go to a Healers den, there was nothing life-threatening about her injuries, so why would she? Shifting into a lope, she jogged along the bank of the water, panting lightly. suddenly her mind was alerted to a noise, the sound of another wolf. Gaze sweeping over the ground, her hackles raised, awareness and defensiveness heightened. After a moment of stillness, she picked up the strong scent in the air, turning and stalking towards it, staying on land. After only a few minutes walk, a blob could be viewed in the distance - quickly reshaping into a sillhouette, then a wolf, female at that. She had subconsciously noticed her at the gathering when all the females were called, but payed no special attention to her. She had lost her spar, Ariste had observed. And now she was out here soaking her minor, petty injuries. A weakling, she had fallen, simply given up even if she had had a chance.  Orbs narrowing, the corner of her lips curled up slightly for a ghost of a second, before dropping. Resuming, she advanced on the vix, hackles raised to stand on end.  "Who are you." She didn't speak it as a question, as much, nor a command. Just a blank and unbiased sentence, demanding answer but not expecting it. She didn't have the official authority to boss other Warriors around, she knew, but this girl was weak, and didn't try in her eyes. Her voice was deep and smooth as it always was, but undercurrents of danger ran through her words like electricity.

(sorry for the wait and quality, I didn't think I should leave you waiting any longer.)