It's not my fault!

He lost. He… lost? he looked up and realised how many eyes were on them. He saw his father, grandfather, and leaders from other packs. All here to see the golden boy of the Armada lose. His ears flattened to his skull as fear kicked in. What was his father going to say? He had to say something first, he had to get out of here/

He turned to Fern, and his anger congregated into a fine point. This was her fault. He glared at the fully fledged adult that had given him a smack down. “Pat yourself on the back. Your instructor put you up against a child so you could enjoy an easy win.”  He snarled, and turning angrily he stormed out of the ring


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