By dawn the days half over

The Warlord grinned, and looked back at his son, and then raised his head even higher, where Marshal circled the sky above them. “Stand under the tree here” he directed softly, indicating a spot with his paw. The Warlord took up a space on the other side of the branch.

“Be ready to pounce” he warned the younger wolf, falling into a crouch. Marshal circled once more, and then with a great ‘screee!’ flew forward. Wings outspread and talons extended as his dive turned into an attack, and he hit the red fluffy creature at velocity. The red panda was shoved from the tree, and hit the ground in front of Warlord and son.