four and twenty black birds

The pup seemed to dismiss what Poem had to say about being polite and not spying. Apparently what she said had been good enough. The girl went a different direction with her words after that and Poem listened, perking at the words about fighting. Poem sat back on her haunches, ignoring the insult.

”You like to fight?” Her tail wagged behind her, suddenly forgetting how rude the other pup had been. ”Do you wanna spar? Have you fought anyone before? My sister and I fought a honey badger!” She wasn’t about to tell the pup that she hadn’t even begun to have won said fight with a badger, but that was okay. She had slowly lifted her rump off the ground, getting more excited with each question. Would this pup want to practice fighting with her?