You better run, better run

Kali didn’t really want to admit it, but she’d lost. How she would never know, but the little meerkat of a boy had won by a paw’s length. She supposed it suited her ego to tell herself it had been close, but he was a pup for goodness sake. Oh, she was so glad Misery wasn’t around to see this, he’d never let her live it down. The girl turned to look at him, panting. A part of her pride refused to take it laying down, and so she did the natural thing: challenged him to a spar. “You’re pretty good. I’ve already sparred a bit today but I could use another one. Want to fight?” she offered, trying to play it off as being generous even though she was really anything but.