Bearclaw Valley A war in my name

>:) then this'll suit us both- I'm working toward her warrior mastery!

Their newest initiate seemed capable enough of guarding the borders. Crouched, Ameline watched him, lifting her head so that only her brow might be visible should he look in her direction- though she ducked down when his gaze roved in her direction. She took her time, waiting for him to meander closer, gritting her teeth when the wind shifted and ruffled the fur along her back. She might have lost the element of surprise, but shock value might still play out in her favour. 

She bounded out from behind the patch of brambles and approached with her tail up, bushy, but swaying- the only indication that he would get that this was an exercise, and not an outright attack. She'd not exactly warned him to expect such a thing- but she felt that it was reasonable enough of her to test him. Guardians did not always get high warning that trouble was coming. 

She aimed to be a bludgeoning fist to a point below his shoulder. He was taller than Ameline by several inches- but hitting him shoulder-to-shoulder would have been a fool's choice anyway, given how solid he was. She aimed for a less sturdy part of the man, hoping to cause the leg to flex, and throw him off balance.