Lessons with Stepdad

A proud smirk grew across Satira's lips when Naiche complimented her stance and demeanor. She wanted to appear aggressive, determined, vicious, just like her mother when she was all business. Naiche gave the command for Pan to begin the training. Almost immediately, the pangolin closed the distance between them with an energetic jog. Tira's nerves felt electrified, muscles and body tensed and ready to react. Would he come at her with claws and fists, or would he choose his tail or his body weight? It turned out to be the thick tail that came swinging her way. Tira saw the motion begin and the blur of that armored tail in the corner of her eye. Sucking in a deep breath, Satira kicked her little legs off the ground with all her might, throwing herself up in the air just barely high enough to get herself over the tail as it passed harmlessly beneath her.

Tira landed on the ground with a soft "oof", her ears flopping about and legs wobbling a bit, but she remained standing. Blue eyes glanced up at Pan, wide with amazement at herself. She had done it! "I did it? I did it!" She grinned up at Naiche, then realized she had taken her eyes off of Pan, and hurried to turn her gaze back to the pangolin and retreated back a couple of steps to put some more space between her and her "opponent".

"Satira Fatalis"