Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

She'd come here to fight, and hopefully get in a little more training with Pachou. The little wolverine would be fierce one day... but he was still untested, new to battle, too eager to attack but young enough to scamper off at the slightest hurt. It was hard at first to accept that he would have to get hurt in his training... but the kit always came bouncing back, happy and eager to defend. Like it or not, he was made for battle, and that made the guilt dissipate a little.

Besides, the best way for him to stay uninjured was practice. So she made her way over to the battlefield, the little wolverine trailing behind her, when a flurry of padfalls and a whimper reached her ears. With a glance at Pach, the two scurried over to the sound. Malalia slowed her approach, head tilting slightly when a curiously striped male appeared in view. He looked.... scared. And yet he was on the battlefield, of all places. "Um, hey? Are you alright?"