Coldblood watched from the shadow of a tall bramble, his dark grey pelt blending seamlessly with the gloom. His yellow eyes followed Tinywolf’s movements as she leapt and twisted, her energy spilling over in every swipe of her paws.
He remained still, calculating each motion she made. A waste of energy, he thought, though he kept the thought to himself.
After a moment, he rose to his paws, his movements as fluid as water. He padded closer, his steps silent against the ground. When he was close enough, he stopped, his tail curling neatly over his paws.
“You're wasting stamina,” he said, his tone calm and even, though there was a hint of sharpness in his gaze. “Every leap, every twist—you’re burning through your strength for the sake of heat. If a battle started right now, would you have enough left to finish it?” @
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