Terra couldn't stop her eyes from widening with horror at those words. Lose a claw? She already had to deal with being smaller than her opponents. Having to deal without her claws would have her dead within days. As quickly as she could Terra worked on settling down. She still had all her claws. She wouldn't be losing them anytime soon. As long as she was quick enough Terra would live and be able to mock everyone else.
The request was a little strange, wanting to watch Terra. She studied the coyote, wondering why she would want to watch Terra. Measuring for weakness? It didn't seem like it. Perhaps she was just curious about using the daggers. Warily Terra moved, making sure that she could keep an eye on the stranger while she worked. Go ahead. Terra started up again, practicing the flip from hidden to open, slicing and cutting at her imaginary opponents. Her speed started building up again, only the occasional twitch of her ears revealing that she was still paying attention to what was around her.
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