this ain't bullying, surely

Fuji's muzzle crinkled at the tone her brother called her with but she put away the poultice she had been working on and made her way to the training grounds none the less. She had an antiseptic scent that clung to her fur these days, all pine and eucalypt, sharp on the nose, and she knew Tachi would smell her before he saw her, so there was little point wasting time on pleasantries. There was only one reason to call her to this place.

Rather than give the dojo the respect it deserved, she set her shoulders and lowered her horned head. She was always down for blowing off steam and saving the smart talk for afterwards. She barrelled into the arena, knowing the final turn would lose her some momentum. She hoped she could catch her larger brother by surprise and ram him right in the butt, but a rib or a shoulder would do just as well.

“Speech”