Redhawk Caldera Than lying at the sharp end of this knife

There was sense in what Niamh said and Fennec hated it.  The promise of future training helped, but she was spoiling for it and couldn't explain why.  Maybe because the last one had ended without closure, or maybe because she felt guilty.  She'd gotten off easy.  She gritted her teeth and struggled with it, trying to decide which was better.  She could attack Niamh right now and force her to give her a lesson.

It was tempting, and she flexed her paws.  Tensed, and teetered.  But then the tension left her and she stepped backwards.  

As soon as they're okay.  Fennec agreed, but after, we're training until I get it.  It might take a while, but she was going to learn.  She'd learned how to travel, to see her surroundings to an extent.  She knew she could figure it out for a fight as well.  I don't care how long it takes.  True, they'd only have until Niamh was too fat to train.  But they'd have a while, right?  Before she and Phox had kids again.

She was dying to throw down here and now, but she knew that would be selfish.  She had to be a medic first.  Getting herself hurt would only strain Eljay more, mean she couldn't help, and use up resources better put towards the ones who needed them more.  She'd just gotten back on her feet, and she couldn't afford to stupidly throw that way.