Sunbeam Lair Pride yourself on actions, not words

she didn't notice the sound of small paws hitting the ground just yet, the wind howled in her ear too loudly for her to hear such light noises. the native took another deep breath and released it quietly, feeling her own warmth battle the coldness within her body. she was at peace, for there was a perfect balance within her. coldness matched heat, balancing as if the two elements were yin and yang. shikoba hadn't felt in balance for quite some time, so to feel in balance now only told her that she had found a good home. she missed the Ostregas dearly after she ran after one when they left, though she was afraid to think of what had happened to them. were they gone, like her nuclear family?

she shook her head, not wanting to think of what had happened in the past. she couldn't change, so why focus on it? luckily for her, a distraction ran towards her, babbling and demanding her to do something. at first, the native was unsure if the child belonged in the cave, but after regaining some focus, the scent on the child' coat reflected Asterr's. she was her child. shikoba looked at her, dumbfounded by the eagerness and asperity in such a small body. her brow furrowed and almost quirked, the words the child spoke replayed in shikoba's head like an old film. she wanted to learn to... fight?

shikoba stood up, blinking softly as she looked the young vessel over, head tilting as she examined her carefully. "young, small... want to fight?"  she was unsure if a child that age was even ready to fight, play or not. however, shikoba thought back for just a moment, just a moment to when she was that age. smaller than her brothers and sisters but fought like a chieftess. perhaps, this small daughter was just wanting to be like her mother, a defending chieftess. without a second thought, the scarred figure nodded her head, lowering her body and forming a fighting stance. 

"follow movements," she instructed her carefully. the native flattened her ears, raised her tail and hackles up high, and lowered her head, slightly pulling it closer to her rather than extending it. her lips began to peel upwards, exposing her set of white and yellow teeth. her face scrunched up, each scar popping from her face as a warning to others that she has fought many battles and has survived. she waited patiently for the girl to mirror her, her tail wagging a bit.