Redhawk Caldera No boys allowed.

She took the warning silently, but she did take it to heart.  Silently she was also using it as an excuse... she didn't like Bronco going alone any more than Towhee liked the idea of her going with.

Fennec was poised and ready for it when Towhee jumped.  She used the pattern of her breath, the sound of her paws... all of it to paint a lightning quick picture.  She would need to improve more at this to serve her long-hand in a fight, but the first moves were always the easiest to avoid.  She whirled and twisted herself, dodging sideways to keep her neck and head out of reach, then snapping towards the thick fur of her mom's shoulders.  It was similar to the move she'd used on Kiwi, but from the side rather than from above.  Her mom was bigger, for one... and she wasn't desperate, or acting entirely on instinct.  Keeping out of reach was smarter.