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Sebor gnawed on an old bone she had found in her den, a plaything from her cubs that no longer lived with her. She was glad they were out making a name for themselves, mostly because it allowed her to do the same. When she had first come here, she had been appalled to find out that females weren't allowed to become Reavers. She had somehow come across the God of Chivalry who, upon her request, gave her cubs to raise in her own mindset. Just as they were born, though, a new leader came into power, that shifted the rules on females, and she was finally allowed to obtain the rank she so desperately sought. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to go on a Viking until very recently as her cubs had demanded her attention.

An open minded Captain took her out, and together they chased down a goddess and got a few tokens for their troubles. She had them safely tucked away, unsure how to use them on herself. Perhaps a decoration for her tail? Or an earring?

Her musing was interrupted as she heard a voice call out for a Reaver. Pausing, she stood after a few moments and headed out of her den. Ah...that's right. As a Reaver, she could accept challenges. A little smile crossed over her features as she trotted out to accept it. She was very pleased to see the challenger was a female, and she strode over to her without missing a beat.

"Greetings. You look a bit weary from the road. If you prove yourself to me I will grant you admittance and you may rest." She tilted her head, a little grin on her face. "But if you can't impress me, I'll have to turn you away."

Oh ho, she had a mission, it seemed. Sebor was liking this female already. It seemed she had met one of the Captains out in the rogue lands and had been brought back here to fight. The fact that the Captain hadn't brought her back as a Thrall was promising. The other Stormborn had obviously seen potential in her, and all Sebor had to do was find it.

The attack was sudden, but she was ready for it. Dancing back out of reach, she lunged forward while the Stormborn-to-be was off balance to tap her shoulder with her paw, indicating had this been a real fight, she would have gotten a pretty deep rake from her claws. This was simply a sparring match, though, so no real wounds needed to be inflicted.

"You seem very driven to get in," she said, moving away again. The first attack was always the easiest, as the rogues were desperate to prove themselves. From now on she knew the lioness would be far more careful with her attacks. "Which Captain was it you met?"

Sebor watched the calculating look on the other female's face, and she had to admit she was glad she didn't just burst right out with it. This wasn't some cocky young thing trying to enter the Stormborn in search of glory, this was someone with her head on her shoulders who knew how the world worked.

When she finally did say which Captain, Sebor had to laugh. "Ulfric? Really? Gods, I should have known." He had taken her out on her Viking to help her become a Reaver. Even though the rules in the pride had changed, there were still many Captains who wouldn't have female Reavers in their group.

"You're lucky to have run across him and not someone else," she said with a little nod, circling her as well. "This pride has a few rather backwards members, but you found one of the good ones. He has good taste, so I get the feeling you won't disappoint me."

She lunged forward after speaking, wanting to see how the other female would react to an attack rather than being the attacker.

The reaction surprised Sebor enough that the kick landed squarely on her chest, shoving her back a few feet. She dug her claws into the ground to stop her movement, lowering her head to face Narcyz as she righted herself. Her ears were forward, though, obviously keen on talking through the ordeal. She wanted to get to know this female a bit, as she seemed like the kind she'd get along well with.

"He helped me climb the rank ladder a bit," she said with a small nod, circling with Narcyz. She could see her fiddling with her hind leg a bit and she wondered if she had tweaked it with that last move. "And I admire him for his fresh outlook on females. If you can prove yourself, then you're worthy of his attention. And since you've done that already, I can assure you by the time this is over, you'll be walking with me to see the Warlord about being a full member."

By the time Sebor realized what the other lioness was doing, it was too late to do little more than duck her head and take the brunt of the whip-like vine on her shoulder and the back of her neck. It stung and the thorns tore at her skin a bit, leaving little bloody marks. Like any Stormborn, she didn't complain as she looked to meet her enemy again, but rather had an approving look on her face. Most in the pride were the 'brute force' type, and it was rare to find someone who thought outside of the box. The fact that Narcyz also seemed to be a healer was a plus.

"As do I," she admitted, ears moving forward and tail relaxed to indicate she didn't intend to attack again. "And I'm sure Ulfric will be pleased to know you've been accepted, and with flying colors at that. Welcome to the Stormborn. I'm Sebor, and I do hope we'll see more of each other in the future. It's still a bit rare to find like-minded females in this pride."

Many of them were so used to the old ways of being den wives and cub bearers that it was a breath of fresh air to get another female that wouldn't hang her head and do as males said.