no body, no crime

The girl was feeling bold, determined. She would show the grown ups she could look after herself and these sad kids that kept turning up, even if it meant she couldn’t sleep. Daphne was no trouble, she minded the rules set down by her mothers and tried hard to focus on her lessons, but more and more she found herself wanting to learn how to fight properly. Not necessarily to cause harm to others, quite the opposite really, she wanted to be able to hold her own while causing the least physical damage possible. It would always be easy to accidentally hurt someone, being as large as she was, but if she was ever going to be a healer, that’d only be making more work for herself in the long run.

Her tail flagged high over her back as she worked on tracking down Rudy, sure, Art was closest to her in size, but she didn’t want to bug just one of her brothers all of the time. That wouldn’t be very fair to him, and would narrow her own range of experience too. The cinnamon coated racoon was following her again, grumbling and growling under her breath. She was quickly learning how to read the wolf-girls body language, she knew when the child puffed up her chest like that there was trouble to be had. Well, she was quite good at running to the nearest adult to break it up if it came to that. The mottled boy was ahead, and the girl pinned her ears back and ran at him. The raccoon held back, standing up on her hind legs, nose twitching. The boys would quickly learn to keep their guard up if they smelled their sister on the breeze at this rate.

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