RED TEAM [c]
Feb 12, 2015 22:18:36 GMT -5
Post by MISS PINK on Feb 12, 2015 22:18:36 GMT -5
The morning light streamed down into the clearing, but Caymus and Calypso were already hard at work. He had promised himself to keep her disciplined even if she was on leave from the force until Atticus decided what to do with her. He knew he would need to keep her supervised, curious as to whether or not he needed to assign her to an officer. More than likely Atticus would agree to have her partnered rather than completely kicking her off of the force, after all Kekoa was all about second chances. He remained grimly optimistic, not daring to share his thoughts with his daughter as they sparred.
"Remember my weaknesses. How do you handle a larger dog?" Caymus barely left time for his daughter to comprehend the question as he barreled straight for her, leaping to slam his paws down on her shoulders, but she fell to the ground and rolled onto her back, kicking up with her feet just as he soared over her. She was quicker than he had anticipated, turning around just in time for her to smack him in the face with her paw and make a sloppy grab at his neck. Caymus in turn moved his muzzle to block her's, lowering his shoulder into her neck and shoving her away from him. "Be quicker- more concise. The neck isn't always the best place to go. The ears are sensitive and easy to tear; a quick bite to the eye can give a stark advantage."
Caymus panted, looking up in time to realize how much time had passed. He was vaguely aware he had promised to meet Thorne to discuss Ravenna and a possible promotion. The sheriff nodded to Calypso. She, in turn, bobbed her head respectfully and wandered off back to the mansion. Caymus had made it clear she would not return to the prison unless specified by him or Atticus. The father felt a pang of regret, ruefully wishing he had been there to stop her and reprimand her when she had gone off. There was nothing he could do now, he reminded himself as he made his way into his office and settled onto his haunches. He was not meant to be a father. He was not meant to be a sheriff, yet somehow he had been thrown into both before he had known what he was doing.
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