Sun Mote Copse P.S. I hope you're happy.

Her teeth closed gently around Elwood's leg for all of a split second before she released and retreated. Her eyes instinctively moved to his face to catch his words and she tossed him a grin which dimmed a little when the full implication hit her. Her uncle was slowing down due to old age. She swallowed, wishing she could shove that unwelcome thought out of her head. But she had to bear in mind that there was nothing she could do, training-wise, to increase her godfather's speed.

"It is what it is," she observed after a moment, "and there's nothing I can do to make you faster, except maybe put a banana peel under your foot." She chuckled, then mused aloud, "You're better at defense than offense. I imagine most wolves are better at one or the other." Towhee shrugged before adding, "You're definitely still a capable fighter one way or the other." Her assessment was therefore complete, though she wondered, "Would you like to continue? Just for funsies?" And because she was still humming with happy energy.