Rosalind bounced in an exited manner, still having her little kit-like nature. It was slowing slipping away, but she didn't know that. "Mother would of course win!" she exclaimed, agreeing with her brother.
Nez purred an agreement. He did enjoy his sister quite a bit. Even though their blood was different, he thought very fondly of her. Nebuchadnezzar knew that family was one thing to stick by, and this one that had taken him in would be worth living and dying for.
He waited for the battle to start. Nez couldn't wait to see who would be his trainer.
"Do you have a trainer, Rosalind?"