Bearclaw Valley You’re so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need

Milan had never been one for sparring. In her birth pack she had not been allowed, and she simply was not very good at it. As Ameline named off her partner, she saw that it was a young girl - not a rowdy yearling or a prideful adult. A puppy she could handle - there was no pressure for her to win, only to teach.

Pushing to her paws she began her approach of the dark-coated girl.