I Like It Rough

She needed to boost her skills. She was a pro at hunting, but she was fairly new to fighting. So the small, cream and grey girl had asked her brother to spar with her. They could train together and he could teach her what he knew. Perhaps she could teach him things in return. Things that he didn't know that he didn't know. It made sense to her.

Asla waited on the Plain. The ground was still wet from the tide that had recently retreated, but with the sun glaring overhead, it would soon dry. As she waited for Indigo, the girl sharpened her claws with a piece of slate. She always tried to keep them as sharp as possible.