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Bramble

She stood there staring at the sandy ring created by her father and Fern. While summer was slowly fading away to autumn, Bramble wanted to get as much outside time as she could before the weather turned bad. With her paws lingering on the grassy edge, one could clearly see she was deep in thought. Both ears were turned down and her brow was scrunching up until her eyes were almost closed. Focusing hard, she breathed deep, slow breaths as she held her body as still as possible. Sticking her tail straight out, aligned with her spine, she let her hackles rise up.

In the middle of the ring, a dummy stood, battered and beaten. One single dummy that was craftily made to appear as large of a wolf as she had ever seen. She would have to one day fight wolves of that size in a serious way. Not playful like she does with her aunt or her father. But as she looked at the stick on the ground in front of her, Bramble felt no connection. Unlike her father and brother, Thorn, Bramble didn't think swords would help her. She wanted to use her sharp claws and her teeth and be sneaky. She wanted to climb trees and hide in the shadows and take others by surprise. Was that a type of tactic? She wasn't sure.

Continuing to stare at the sword and practice her stance, Bramble could easily be taken by surprise with how focused she was.

Bramble Carpathius

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