White River Canyon

Sericea rose to her feet, shaking the dust and grass from her fur. Her heart still raced from the adrenaline of the fight, but her father's words settled like a stone in her gut. Adequate. The word tasted bitter on her tongue. She had anticipated Ravana's attack, had reacted swiftly, and still it wasn't enough. Learn to anticipate! There it was- that word again. How could she do better anticipating? As she moved to take her place as the attacker, Sericea's mind raced. How could she catch Ravana off guard? Her sister was always so confident, so sure of herself. It was infuriating at times, but also a challenge Sericea couldn't resist.

Sericea circled Ravana slowly, her paws silent on the grass, her keen green eyes searching for any hint of an opening. Ravana's stance was perfect, balanced and ready, her lilac fur gleaming in the sunlight. But there - a flicker of a smirk on Ravana's lips, the slightest tilt of her head as if daring Sericea to make a move. That flash of arrogance, that unwavering confidence - could that be Ravana's tell?

Sericea crept closer, her body low to the ground, her muscles coiled tight with tension. She circled around behind Ravana, moving with painstaking slowness, each paw placed with deliberate care to avoid even the faintest rustle of grass.

She paused, holding her breath, watching Ravana's ears twitch and swivel, searching for any hint of her location. But Sericea remained motionless, patient, waiting for that perfect moment. And when she thought she saw it, Sericea lunged. Propelling herself forward with a powerful surge of her hind legs, launching herself directly at Ravana's back. She aimed low, intending to knock her sister off balance and send them both tumbling to the ground where she could hopefully pin Ravana down.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"