It was many hours before Kynrind rose. The huntress almost always rose before her sister and this day was no different.  Kyn stretched and yawned scratching  her back as she slipped out of bed to pad naked over to the window. Unconcerned she looked out over the night elven city for a minute before turning to dress in her armor and weapons.<br/><br/>Once she was dressed, she knelt beside Anoria, resting a hand on her sister's cheek in a gesture of kindness very few had ever seen from the huntress. A sad look flickered in her eyes before she straightened and left. Leaving an order to let her sister know where she was going.<br/><br/>Outside of the Temple, the tall huntress whistled as she took off running. From the grounds below, a huge white wolf ran up beside her, tongue lolling as the carnivore ran alongside her mistress.  Kynrind smiles, digging the fingers of her left hand on the wolf's ruff. "Good girl Grond. Let's go practice. To the training dummies!" Smiling, Kyn and the wolf took off at full speed. The huntress managing to keep close to the wolf as they ran down the ramp and along the stone path towards the Warrior's terrace.<br/><br/>At the terrace, she stopped, hands on her knees, breathing heavily for a minute before she straightened and went to an unused training dummy. There she had Grind sit off to the side, then drew the polearm and sighting on the wooden post, attacked.<br/><br/>She leaped in, driving the point of the polearm into the wood with a loud 'thunk', then she spun, yanking it out to launch into a series of feints, attacks and blocks that flowed from one into the other. She danced around the wooden post in a lethal ballet. A vision of night elven grace, beauty and viciousness.<br/><br/>Several people watched her fight, keeping their distance from the huntress and one comment stood out, 'poetry in motion'.<br/>