BULLETPROOF {fight training}

He was running, almost breathless at this point. What a day to have chosen to go and find a new place to fish, just to come running back. He was a good distance away from the territory, and that was when a mandatory howl rang out. The crimson eyed fox leapt logs and bushes, fur snagging here and there as he made his way as quickly as he could. Finally when he showed up, he looked as if he's just run a marathon, tongue hanging out as he panted and breathing heavy. He would have apologized for his lateness, were he not struggling to keep his lungs from exploding.