Sun Mote Copse P.S. I hope you're happy.

That’s a good— idea, Elwood would have agreed, had Towhee not initiated the combat practice without any further comment. He was indeed a little rusty, admittedly, but he was still able to drop his center of gravity in response to her sudden forward motion. He braced himself with all four legs, paws firmly planted, and while his joints creaked he couldn’t help but grin readily.

Nice one, he quipped, then quieted as he waited to gauge Towhee’s next move.