The Sentinels Mean enough to stare your demons down

He did not berudge her in her celebrating, winning a spar was an understandable thing to take pride in.  She did not do so unduly, which he was thankful for... so he accepted his defeat by returning the gesture of thanks, his tail gently thumping the ground behind him.

It made sense, if she had trained with one his size, that she knew how to use her own assets to her advantage.  He was glad to hear that, even if she hadn't pursued more formal practice here, she could handle herself in a fight.  And this knowledge filed itself away within him, to be used down the line if necessary.  "You learned well, apparently.  I am glad!"  He was totally non-bothered by the defeat, thrilled instead to have a sparring partner who had new things to show him.

His breath was still rather short, but he figured by the time they found prey, he'd be game to go after it.  A walk would help as well.  "Sounds like a plan."  He was not quite hungry yet, the exertion taking the edge off, but soon enough that would change as the adrenaline wore down and his body realized it hadn't eaten.  He stepped off beside her, a part of him also glad that he'd get a measure of her skill in not one, but two capacities today.