The Art of War

A light chuckle leaves her as he mentions her mother's chagrin. "At least you don't force her to get up with you," Bramble teases back as she widens the space between them. There was no use feigning ignorance. If he had called her to the training arenas, there would definitely be some sort of practice going on. Wanting to be ready for anything her father threw at her, Bramble listened with attentive ears as she continued to shift her weight back and forth. Already warmed up from her morning patrols, she considered which of her father's options she wanted. While a spar sounded fun, having a lesson would be interesting as well. She'd learned a lot from Mercury already, but agility wasn't always his strong suit.

"I think a lesson in agility sounds good!" She stands a little taller with her tail wagging gently behind her. "Then maybe I can show off afterward," she winks as her smile turns into a cheeky grin.

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