The Nature of the Beast (celestial fight training)

Nova had been thoughtful since their family meeting. She knew Chasm had a lot on his plate and she had vowed, at the very least, to not be a burden anymore. She was the largest of the younger litter...  and broken as they were she was determined to help them mend. So when the call from an older member of the pack went up Nova immediately leaped to her paws. This was it. No more moping. If their mother was lost because of the raid, fine. But she wasn't about to lose anyone else.

Nova arrived to find Chasm there already and the pale rainbow child brushed up against him. "You're not alone." She reminded him with a whisper. "So breathe a little, 'kay?" She was both there with him yet not. Disasociated from her own body and the things she felt around her. Her own words sounded distant to her, and the world before her looked as though a film was over it to prevent touch.

But despite not feeling quite right Nova knew she had to do this. Had to get stronger. No matter the lesson... She'd be there. Her gaze lifted to the one leading the thing, tail giving a swish. She was ready... Because she had to be.