Lord have mercy on us all

Korona furrowed her brow, her ears flicking back in concentration as she tried to grasp the full meaning of her father’s advice. She understood the need for caution, but her fiery spirit craved action. Her paws shifted restlessly as she mulled over the idea of using her wits over strength, a concept that both intrigued and puzzled her. Her tail twitched in impatience; how could she stay still when she wanted to fight? Who had time to think about all that?

As she pondered his words, a flicker of comprehension lit her eyes. She straightened, her usual exuberance returning. Turning to Lyra, she tilted her head, a playful grin spreading across her muzzle.

"Did you get that, Lyra?" she chirped, her rump wagging with renewed energy. "Ready?" Her tone was light, but the determined gleam in her eyes spoke of her readiness to spar and prove herself.
THE KRAKEN