we do talk about fight club

Korona snorted at her mother's advice, the stick wobbling precariously in her grip. “Heh, ditch the stick? No way, Ma! This thing's my Ex- exca- excalibur!” That's what Lass' book said, right? She boasted, though a part of her acknowledged the truth in her mother's words. She wasn't ready to give up her makeshift sword just yet, though. The critter was proving to be a formidable opponent, quick and agile, tackling not one but two of her siblings with ease. Korona felt a surge of determination. This was the kind of challenge she craved.

When Sagittarius pulled on the ermine's tail, Korona readied her stick, but her mother's warning about friendly fire made her pause. Her grip on the stick tightened before she sighed and made a decision. “Alright, fine. Time ta get serious.” She muttered, tossing the stick aside with a flourish.

Without the stick, Korona felt more agile, more in tune with her instincts. She crouched low, muscles coiling as she prepared to spring. The ermine, quick and cunning, darted towards her, its eyes gleaming with challenge. “Let’s dance.” Korona growled, her voice filled with excitement. As the ermine closed in, she pounced, her paws aiming to trap it. The critter was fast, but Korona's bulk and newfound agility gave her an edge. She anticipated its movements, swiping her paws and snapping her jaws to herd it backwards.

The ermine tried to dodge, but Korona was relentless with her batting and biting. Then, when the ermine made a break for it, she lunged, tackling it to the ground. They rolled in a flurry of fur and claws, Korona's strength pinning the ermine despite its desperate squirming.

“Ha! Gotcha now!” She exclaimed, her voice triumphant. The ermine writhed beneath her, but Korona held firm, her eyes blazing with victory. She could feel its heartbeat, rapid and wild. She eased her grip slightly, allowing the ermine a bit of breathing room while still keeping it secure. She was one of the biggest pups of the litter, afterall. If she put her mind to it, she was a mini force of nature.

With a final, proud grin, Korona looked up to her siblings and mother, her chest heaving with exertion but her heart soaring with pride.

THE KRAKEN