Seize the bay!

Fuji had been going through the herbs Mochi had collected on her travels when the call rang out. Nipping at the yearling's heels she left her hut with haste, only pausing long enough to check her vest was fitted properly.

Gosh they'd come so far, but she grinned around her sabre teeth, dexterous paws flexing in the dirt. Tori and Ochi were already engaged as her gaze zeroed in on a moving shadow. She barely tipped her head in greeting before she was charging forward, ram horns lowered. With the height difference between them, the woman could probably step to the side and send her flying beneath her opponent, but she hoped she might catch a shoulder or a rib in her charge.

"speech"