the expert in battle moves the enemy, and is not moved by him

The growing girl made her way through the castle courtyard. Sticking close to the walls of the tall bushes, she attempted to hide among the shadows. Her body was lowered, eyes peeled wide, and a sneaky smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. She prowled around as if she were a cat, peeking around every corner and darting behind and around things to stay out of sight. Her objective? To catch someone by surprise! Everyone was always so busy and not being fun. All Bramble wanted to do was have fun! And maybe do some training. She did enjoy training! But not yet. She was on a mission!

Lucky for her, a familiar but unfamiliar call rang out. This wolf she had not yet met, but when she saw a look at that grey coat from her hiding spot, she knew it had to be her dad's sister, Tika! Pausing, Bramble remembered something about how Tika really, really enjoyed going on patrols and training. Which would be perfect! She could ambush her aunt if she were careful enough...

Crawling forward with gentle but wobbly steps, Bramble let her ears fall down, her smile widen, and elbows nearly touch the ground. The pup crept closer and closer to Tika until she could see the individual hairs on her. At the very last second, Bramble pounced forward with paws outstretched and a peel of giggles leaving her mouth. Hoping to land on Tika's backside, she couldn't stop giggling!

Bramble Carpathius