business as usual

Victory! Her tail flipped over as her forelegs dropped to the earth, a battered bird-wolf splayed out in defeat. She chuckled softly, tongue lolling free as she panted with effort. She hadn't been teasing him -- the pup was getting good. She'd just have to keep practicing as hard as she was, lest she forfeit her reigning champion status. Mal grinned as he picked himself up, padding forward to give his shoulder a hard nudge, a salute despite the loss. With his determination, and his father's size, Mortis would be a hell of a fighter one day. Of that, she was certain.

She'd just be better, that's all.

"Damn straight. It's my job." The yearling stepped away and returning to the trail, one paw raised, her body aimed towards the path she treaded. "Wanna join me, if you don't have more trees to jump out of?"