Northstar Vale Hit me with your best shot

Liri smiled slightly, knowing that he said it in jest. It was true that she needed training in the field of combat, her lessons with Kavik had been put on hold by the greencough outbreak that hit their pack. 

The fae blinked in surprise, dark gaze drifting over the raven as she determined how to hit him, as he put it, when he expected an attack. 

The sylph shifted into a lowered stance similar to that of a hunter, sizing the dark male up. He was not quite as tall as her last mentor but he was broad of shoulder, thick of limb. She had fared well - or well enough - against the Tonrar but what about the scarred soldier before her? 

After a few seconds, which felt agonizingly long as adrenaline flooded her veins, the sylph darted torward his side from below. Fangs flashed as they snapped towards his underbelly though they would not pierce flesh should her aim be true.