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Ragnar spoke, nearly halting Osprey's attack, yet in the space of a second she decided to go through with it. She landed her hit this time and knew satisfaction as the points of her teeth dug into the fur, flesh and tendons of her guardian's foreleg. As usual, she checked herself before breaking the skin, then released him when he began to shake his limb.

She rewound his points of advice in her head: watch your opponent; battle moves quickly; don't get distracted. Her tongue lolled from her muzzle in a pant as she stored these nuggets of wisdom away in the back of her mind. Although her attention span could be quite short, just like any pup's, her focus was surprisingly sharp and unwavering whenever it came to battle tactics. It was like she'd been born to be a Warrior.

"Faints?" Junior repeated, "like when you, uh... like this?" Unable to find a synonym in her youthful vernacular, she pretended to pass out at his feet, her tongue lolling even further from her mouth and her eyes rolling in her head until she closed them. She lay still for a moment, then perked up again and jumped back onto her feet. She had no idea how this related to combat, yet she was an open-minded and thirsty pupil.