in this family, we slap each other around and call it bonding

Though young, his daughter acted decisively, didn't worry or fuss about what she ought to do. Just focused, took a moment to tuck her extremities and rushed into the fray. A good start, if he'd seen one. Hattori had high expectations of course, this litter wasn't exempt even if he really ought to give more leeway, but he wasn't entirely unreasonable. Talented as she may be, she had so much to learn and with the way things were progressing he trusted that she would in time.

He shifted as he adjusted his own posture, shoulders tensing, neck angling lower to offer her a warning snap as she passed by. The knee was a good spot to aim for, uncomfortable at best, and it could easily inhibit his movement, making retaliation difficult. Raising his leg up to move his knee out of reach, he refrained from swatting at her with his paw, knowing full well with talons like his he had to take extra care not to scratch too deep. Or at all, when it came to his children at their current age. Instead, he doubled down on his earlier bite, this time intent on making a grab for the back of her neck. Like a bird of prey swooping down on an unsuspecting rabbit.