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Excellent. It seemed that, although her daughter was taken with the sky and the world around her, she also had enough of her parents' go-get-'em attitude to take interest in the more physical skills as well. "First," Fox began, "You have to act before your opponents do." Unlike a warden, warriors were meant to go out and preemptively attack before a warden was even needed. They were shit-stirrers, for sure, and it was a large part of the reason Fox had nabbed that as her first real bit of knowledge. Wardens tended to guard the borders, but warriors fought off anything that looked even remotely like a threat.

"It's a little bit like hunting, I suppose... Instead of prey, you're hunting wolves who might do you—or your family—harm. It's exactly the reason I intervened when that wolf tried to hurt you." Even mentioning it aloud caused Fox's blood to boil. Moments like that were the reason Fox had trained. "Sometimes, words don't always get the message across, so we have to use our teeth." Granted, Fox tended to use her teeth first and her words as a last resort. "A warrior is brave and never backs down in a fight." Fox let those words hang in the air, giving Dhole a chance to interject if she had any insight or questions.