The Sentinels We get what we deserve

The girl still seemed uneasy, and so at her tentative request, the youthful man steadied himself.  He shifted his paws slightly further apart, his muzzle swinging lower in an aim for better defense. With his new posture, he awaited her as an opponent, offering a small smile as his gleaming orange eyes studied her. “Ready when you are,” he affirmed, growing more eager with each passing second. He himself was only young and needed to hone his skills – and it had been months since he had practiced. A new sparring partner was just what he needed.