Bearclaw Valley karate lessons

tvar shook his paw lightly as she stumbled backward, the brief sting of her bite fading as he watched her recover. a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, amused by her determination despite the odds stacked against her. she was scrappy, that was for sure, and he couldn’t help but respect it.

his eyes narrowing as she danced just out of reach, clearly intent on frustrating him. he lunged forward, testing her reflexes, only to stop short as she darted back, the gap between them remaining intact.

“what’s the plan, little shadow?” he taunted.