Battle to the death

Kite growled, and Hazel couldn't help but grin. There was something alight within the pup, some sort of fire. If she could stoke that, then she sure as hell would. Stoke it, bring it to light, draw it out even more.
Fucken brilliant. She could stoke that fire as best she could. Everyone needed something, someone to push them. Would Hazel be that? Could she be? Was this role model thing for her after all? Maybe there was a bit of renewed purpose in the way that she moved with the pup. It was close enough for her, at least.

But she went limp? Why did she go limp? Had Hazel hurt the princess? Shit, Halo would be mad. The yearling released the child, letting her free just in time to be leapt upon again. While playing dead may not work in a real fight, it certainly worked out in the pup's favor inside the spar. As Kite maneuvered to wrap her paws around the yearling, Hazel pushed back into her. That would work out a whole lot better for the pup when she was bigger. If the Warlord's other children were any indication, this pup was going to be a lot bigger than Hazel... but not yet. With the pup on two feet instead of four, the yearling gathered her strength over her hind legs and pushed forward. It was her hope to push Kite off, but not sprawling.

Her teeth snapped in the air between them, hoping that Kite would pick up that sound cue as well. Hazel wanted to provide as much as she could to review with the pup later, if that's what she wanted. Right. Role model. Something like that. Hazel was trying to believe that she could live up to a title like that. No more self doubt.

"Speech"