runnin' late with half your makeup on

The Warlord flashed her an approving grin. “Exactly.” He agreed, giving her space as she backed up a little more. Giving herself room to move before she issued her challenge. Another move he agreed with. She was spunky and a quick learner with much to prove herself. But she also had a lot to learn, and there was caution in the Warlord's ready stance as he watched her issue her challenge.

As they had both assumed, the Jaguar met her challenge. Leaping from the tree in a feline snarl. It landed near Hazel on graceful paws, but the Armada wolf was already moving. She leapt at the jaguar, going for its neck. As it tried to twist itself, and aimed to run its claws down her back, the Warlord let loose a heavy growl of his own. A warning and a distraction, and the jaguar was young itself. It startled at the noise, giving Hazel her opening.

"Sirius Fatalis"