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"Control." It was a word that Fox barely knew. Oh, she knew what it meant, but she did not know how to practice it. At only a year and some change, she had little in the way of control. As Njal observed, she was quick, but she was messy. She flailed this way and that, and as much as she was chaotic, her movements were predictable much of the time. Fox tended to go for the easiest opening, rather than fake her way around until a real opportunity presented itself. She was direct, but from what she understood, she would need to be less obvious in her actions.

This time, she started by going for his hip, but at the last second, she spun around and aimed her teeth for his front leg. Her bite would be soft, for she did not wish to break the skin, but she did want to make sure he felt pressure upon his leg.