Firefly Glen keep me hanging on

After she submits her loss, she does not try to go again. Instead, she picks herself up and wags her tail, asking for tips, and a smirk crosses his form. It is odd to spar with another that he does not know, from a pack not his own. She could have tried to do more damage—as could he—but they came out on the other side without much lost. She doesn’t win the rabbit but he turns to look at it, knowing he won’t do much else with it. Before he answers her question, he turns and picks up the carcass, tossing the remains in her directions.
 
“You have the talent,” he tells her with a beat of his tail, licking at the leg she’d pierced with her teeth and cleaning up the blood left there. “Focus on your attacks. You’re very fast but you are too flighty when it comes to the actual fight,” he explains. When she got close, she did not get close enough to really bite and hold on to anything. Her speed will always been in her favor when she needs to get away, or avoid an attack, but there will always need to be offense. Coq heaves a long sigh and sits down, unable to hide his exhaustion.