Issahil

Growling I charged at my father but he easily dodged and I ended up falling on the grass, bruising my elbow.

“Again!” He ordered and I jumped up to my feet, ignoring the burning pain of my bruise. 

I closed my eyes, and drew a sharp breath. We circled each other cautiously and then I charged towards him. 

Surprisingly, I got him this time, my claws grazing his arm, and then I noticed his expression. He seemed distracted and hadn't even seemed to notice the graze on his arm.

“Father!” I called and his head turned sharply to look at me.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, overwhelmed with concern. ...