Sunset Valley It might've been the neighbor's kid, but I have my suspicions.

He took one look at her as she spoke of sparring, and coughed a sound.

You are too small. He meant too young, but both could have applied. Tulimaq was not one to mince words.

At the same time, he was intrigued. This girl held no fear of others, and held a fascination of the frozen fawn as well as the mother who watched them. It seemed as though she was following her instincts more than most he had come across.

Tulimaq considered her request and paused in his stalking of the mother.

If I spar with you, you will be hurt. I do not hold back. Are you prepared for such a fight?