practice makes perfect!

Okay, maybe she had wandered a bit far that day... Sniffing out different areas of the castle had been her latest enjoyment, but she had heard that her siblings were starting to practice fighting! Determined to find this one particular room that she had heard her dad mentioning, Bramble set out through the corridors and down the stairs until she found herself on the first floor. Toward the guest rooms, she sought out her father's scent down a long hallway until she approached a closed door. Stopping in front of it with her big eyes glancing down the hallway, she wondered how much trouble she would get into if she went inside... All she wanted to do was practice fighting, it wouldn't be that bad, would it?

Reaching up, she pushed the door as hard as she could until the door swung open. Inside, she saw a room lined with pads with training dummies evenly spaced out and wooden swords hanging from racks. Now, she knew that her father's armory was completely off-limits, but surely these things would be okay! Racing in without a second thought, forgetting to look back one more time to see if she had been followed, she made her way to the racks of wooden swords.

"Whoa," she whispered loudly as her big eyes scanned for the best one. Grabbing a long and thin one with an evenly balanced handle between her jaws, she swung around in a circle. Stumbling on her paws, she let out a giggle before parading toward the dummies. Dashing forward with wild movements, swinging the sword back and forth, she smacked the dummies rather haphazardly. Without proper training so far, Bramble had no real idea what she was doing, but it was fun!

Bramble Carpathius