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He shifted into a bow, and Fox's tail wagged furiously when he did so. She was still but a year old, and the young Alpha certainly still had a lot of puppy in her. It was just that it usually came out when she was with her pack-mates. Fox mirrored his pose shortly after, her red, black, and white tail wheeling all the while.

She struck out at him, but intentionally only snapped the air. There was no reason to go for blood in this case. They were merely honing in the skills that had been bred into them for thousands of years.