Romans & histoires Jayfeather And Stick

As Luna of the Pack, I need to be prepared to defend myself and my Pack members if the need arises. Jay swung his stick in a wide arc, the whooshing sound slicing through the air. I tensed, my instincts kicking in as I prepared to defend myself again. But as the stick made contact with mine, I found myself faltering, my movements became clumsy and uncertain, and before I knew what was happening, I was down on my butt. Concern etched Jay’s face as he helped me up and checked to see if I was hurt anywhere. “You’re okay?” he asked.