The little kit held a paw to her ear, trying to stem back the flow of
blood. His attacks had been too fast and too strong for her to block.
Usually he avoided injuring her face or tail, though the fault would
be her own for not defending his strike properly. It always was.
He
was growlingly reprimanding her. Callista had to cant her head to
favor the right, to hear what he was saying over the white noise
buzzing in her left ears.
“... useful as that hole in your
head.”
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