[doghouse]

"Are we fighting now?" Zia asked, looking at Ash and Haiku, her eyes watchful. She sat down, watching them, studying how they both moved and deciding the best moves to counter theirs. Her gaze was intent as she watched, then Zia stood, her kit fluff sticking up in all directions. She charged, claws unsheathed and leaped at the much older one of them, a fierce growl escaping her maw. She prepared to rake her claws through the older one's fur, her ears back.