Hideaway Strath When we fight.

As she pivoted, she caught sight of Fig weaving almost drunkenly right before Fen crashed into him. She bit back a laugh because, again, this wasn't playtime, nor a joke. They were uncoordinated and inexperienced now, though today was just the first of many where Towhee hoped to shape them into capable young warriors.

-"AGAIN!"- she barked louder, drumming her forepaws against the ground. These were standard combat preliminaries, though Towhee knew it would help Fin pinpoint her location as well.