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Yes, now. Eljay instantly felt panic creeping up on him, and he tried to steady his breathing while also trying to listen to what else Towhee was saying. He didn't think that she needed to see him fight to set up a battle plan, because he already knew what level he was at -- Level Suck. He doubted that his actual skills didn't align well with the skills Towhee thought he had, because both were probably at aforementioned level.

But he squeaked out a tiny "okay" anyway as he looked at daddy. His breathing was still steady, but only because he made it so: he took in deep, long breaths and let out long breaths because if he stopped focussing on his breathing he would likely hyperventilate and he knew it. Eljay had never learned to play fight much, at least not with wolves his own size, and clambering over your parents and pulling their ears was nothing like actual fighting, not even in a spar.

Unhindered by knowledge in the fighting department Eljay watched as daddy took a defensive stance and invited him to attack. Eljay sighed and awkwardly, stiffly trotted over to daddy and pawed at his face, not really having a clue what he was doing. Realising he should probably do something with his mouth he reached for one of daddy's ears with his teeth, though the touch, if he should succeed, was so careful that a simple pull would render him free... if he felt the bite at all.