Redhawk Caldera Than lying at the sharp end of this knife

This was a pretty dumb time for Fennec to be coming and looking for training.  She'd been up most of the night tending to the others and her leg had stiffened in the process.  But she barely noticed that, because somewhere along the line, her one-track focus had re-aligned.  Neither of her friends were out of the woods yet, but both were sleeping when she left, and slipping out to clear her head had (on a dime) turned into her barreling off to seek her step-mother's help.

I need you to teach me to fight better.  She answered outright, lashing her tail impatiently.  She took another few steps forward and then lowered her head, ears pressing back.  I sucked.  I can't next time.  It was blunt and it was honest.  There was nothing wrong right now except that, but to her, that was enough.  She had two choices; leave the defense to others or learn, and she wasn't willing to do the former.  So the latter was going to be her drive for a while.  Poisons were only an option if she knew the threat was there beforehand, and she did keep that in the back of her mind.  It just wasn't enough to rely on.