He was a prodigy truly, a quick learner, a good student, dedicated to his work, that only seemed to apply to healing. The tom had taken his time adjusting to his 'new home', getting his strength back up, putting on some weight. Now he had no excuse not to fight should he be provoked or provoking. Only one problem, he was shit at fighting, he knew absolutely nothing, hell he could barely hunt for himself. It was embarrassing.
He would be seen practicing in a quiet part of the forest, a few scrapes on his knees and sides that he was neglecting till he got the move just right. Well half a dozen times later and he was still at the same standstill. Mira was practicing on a fallen log, pouncing, clawing, and yet on a still target, he would miss. The tom shook his head in annoyance, why couldn't he get this right, healing was no good if you were already dead.