Shouldn't You Be Sleeping?

Teeth and claws. Scratches, nips, bites, headbutts... It was all too much for the bear. The bear originally thought that its great size and the mighty roar that it gave would be so impressive that the smaller predators would leave, but it underestimated the sheer determination and fighting spirit in the two threatened ladies. Asla internally laughed at the bravado of most creatures. She never underestimated herself. The woman was more than sure of her abilities. In time, Satira would be sure of her own abilities as well. In time, the girl would be just as good of a fighter, if not better, than her mother. That was the goal: for children to surpass their parents in skill.

The bear turned and began to rush back down the edge of the rushing river. Asla took off after it, delivering one more harsh bite to its very round rump. The ursine squealed, tucked its rump a bit, and took off into the river instead of beside it. The beast swam to the other side to escape the tiny, golden furies that stood on the opposite bank.

Turning to Satira, Aslatiel grinned, visibly beaming with pride. "You know, I think we'll make a fighter out of you yet. You'll be more than ready for our adventure come springtime." Needing another drink after this bout of physical exertion, Asla stepped out into the cool water and slaked her thirst once more.

"Aslatiel"