twig v theory

Twig nicked her shoulder before Theory pulled back, breathing hard. "You win! she offered, tongue lolling out of her mouth from the exertion. The small wound stung, but she deserved it. She'd have to be quicker on her feet in the future, Twig was right. The alpha stretched long and slow, focusing on where her muscles were sorest. "Good spar," she offered. Theory wanted to be quicker on her feet, but for now they would both have time to rest.

She settled down and peered at Twig. "How are the little ones?" Times like this she always felt awkward. Asking after the puppies always seemed to remind her of just how young she was herself. Her concern came from a genuine place, both from her position as alpha and from her distant relation to the youths.