Golden Glade The edge of the land

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jhala stared, her tail flicking. she said she wasn't the best at fighting, claiming it was her size. the alphess huffed, noting the clear difference between herself-- a well-bred war-like machine-- and this well-groomed, thin-figured angel of a wolf. but size didn't matter. all fighting was was exploiting weaknesses, and jhala was prepared to teach both of her babies that. she would tell this wolf the same thing.

"fight me, then," she challenged, a small smile on her face. she didn't have to win, but if she was as eager to learn as she claimed, she shouldn't have a problem with a quick, friendly spar. "show me what y'know, and i can help you get better," the fae then added, lowering her front in a generous bow-- an offer to make the first move.