Redhawk Caldera May the force be with you

Her muzzle thrust into his soft underbelly, quite possibly leaving a bruise. Then she felt a whoosh of air and Elwood was gone, having hopped to the side to avoid further damage. Wildfire straightened, blinking her golden eyes, then smiled and began waving her tail when her godfather praised her. Being small allowed her to be quick, so she could use her size—previously thought to be a hindrance—as an advantage as she developed her skills as a Warrior.

He invited her to swap roles but Wildfire shook her head slowly. "Defense is for Wardens... isn't it? Warriors do offense. Offense is attacking... right?" As she spoke, her lips pulled back from her teeth in an uncertain smile. This was what she had gathered from her parents' teachings thus far. She waited for her uncle to confirm, then smiled brightly, black tail wagging all the faster. She would be happy to learn both sides of the coin; she just wanted to focus on offense first and foremost.

"I wanna do another attack!" she proclaimed, when a sudden thought occurred to her. She could use the element of surprise. With her proclamation likely still ringing in her uncle's ears, Wildfire leaped at Elwood a third time, flailing her red forelimbs at his gray muzzle.