Sierra let out a short "Yeeeep!" and leapt aside instinctively and very quickly.  She sat there, one paw raised, breathing fast and a bit wide-eyed.  She soon calmed down and sat normally, relaxed once more, though still a bit tense.  "Gosh!" the she-wolf breathed softly, mostly speaking to herself.  She hadn't moved that fast from an attack since... um... Well, since a very long time ago.  So long, in fact, she couldn't remember when it was.  Sierra did know, however, that she was a very swift wolf, so maybe that could help in this training.

"I only think it was because you scared me... Hah, let's see if I can do it again," she said, saying the last part very doubtingly of herself.  Sierra could still barely believe she was able to dodge the attack anyways.  It was like a one-time thing, probably.  In reality, she really wasn't fast unless, as before, you frightened her.  At Coheed's next sentence, Sierra frowned.  "I'm not good at that part," she whined.

"O-kayyy," Sierra said shakily, shuffling her paws.  After about a minute or two, she had mustered up enough courage to execute an attack.  She shot forward with two long strides and leapt at Coheed in an attempt to pin him down.  But, of course... she missed.  Her aim was horrid.  And she just couldn't do it.  She couldn't hurt him.  "I'm sorry!  I just can't do it.  I don't want to hurt you..." Sierra said quickly, head down, eyes staring at her paws, taking in every detail of them as she played with the dirt, embarrassed and totally self-conscious.

She felt the impact of the ground rush up on her as Coheed was holding her to the ground.  She helplessly squirmed but couldn't get out of the towering wolf's grip.  His anger... Where did all that come from?  Sierra was afraid.  He shouted at her.

"You'd better hurt me!"

The she-wolf was confused.  He's angry because... she didn't attack?  B-but this is no way to teach someone, because yelling at a poor wolf does not equal good results.  "I-I'm sorry, Coheed," Sierra whispered.  "I just... I can't hurt you.  You never did anything to me.  And you're on our pack's side.  A-and.. you... I don't like it when I'm screamed at."

Sierra opened her mouth to say something, probably along the lines of, 'that was a stupid idea' and about the hurting thing 'but you don't know what will happen!', though then her right ear turned around to hear Kiyiya rise from his sleep.  He looked annoyed - perhaps at himself for sleeping so long - and he padded over to the two of them.  "Morning," he said, then turned to Sierra.  "What did you find out last night?"

"Aketa was killed by the Gangvar wolves in a field of tall grass.  He stinks a lot.  And I caught the Gangvar wolves themselves in a meeting of some sort.  They were discussing why Aketa was there and they decided, in the end, to attack us tonight, when the moon was at its highest point and after they observed us.  So we should keep an eye out for any spies around and be in top shape to fight tonight."

Kiyiya sat down and nodded.  "Then that's what we'll do.  Let's practice fighting today... and... two of us could possibly patrol the area every once in a while.  Do you agree on this, Coheed?"

(Ok. *Epic timeskip ensues*)

They had been doing all they could all day, but the Gangvar wolves must've been pretty sneaky, because they never saw any one of them.  At least Sierra and Kiyiya didn't.  Kiyiya was battle-ready, and not only did he know how to fight, he knew how to fight very well.  Sierra, on the other hand... she was a nervous wreck.  She had contemplated following Coheed's orders and leaving the fight while it went on and returning afterwards, because, frankly, she didn't have any clue how she was going to survive any of this.  She was too nice to hurt anyone.  At the moment, Kiyiya was standing, watching in the distance.  Sierra noticed the moon, sitting at the highest point in the sky.  Which meant they were coming soon.  It was now or never - tell Coheed she'd leave, or fight and risk death.

(Urgh.  I hate Res.  It ate my post.  Here is a crummier version.)

Sierra could only nod in reply as she kept her frown.  She didn't say 'do you think I should leave' because she knew what Coheed's answer would be.  Instead, she dug her paws into the ground and turned around.  Then she went deeper into the valley.  She felt horrible, leaving them behind like that to fight an unfair battle against wolves that could be much, much stronger than them.  But having a wolf that couldn't fight was like having a dead weight.  And that wolf was useless.  They might even waste time trying to protect her.  If she stayed, she would probably just get hurt and be in the way.  Or worse, she could die.  Sierra felt like she just condemned them to death as she trotted away from them.  Actually, she just might have.

(Ohhhhh
SNAP)

Ridessa smirked, happy that she regained her control.  Nathia had taken over for the battle, but now she was the big boss.  "Ok, Vaynus, you and I will attack the dark brownish one.  Tomorr, take care of the other.  Got it?  On three.  One.... Two.... Three."  Vaynus was fast.  He wasn't particularly powerful, but his speed made up for it.  His lithe figure moved quickly towards Kiy and toppled him over.  Vaynus grabbed him by the scruff and lifted him up off the ground.  Ridessa jumped and fashionably grabbed Kiyiya's neck, plunging her teeth into it.  Kiyiya fought back and kicked her in the stomach - hard - seeing as she was above him.  Ridessa sucked in a breath and was taken aback, and Kiyiya was aiming for her muzzle, but when Ridessa moved her head so quickly, he grabbed her ear and one of his pointy canines went through her left ear.  She snarled as Kiy opened his jaws leapt at her, seeming to forget about Vaynus who grabbed him by the tail, yanking back.  Kiy yelped.

Tomorr had walked out of the bushes and stood before Coheed, calm.  He had no intention of fighting but was still on his guard.  "So how are you tonight?" he asked, taking a glance at the fight commencing.  Ridessa had a hole in her ear.  Ouch.  Meanwhile, Sierra had broken into a sprint and had found a big cliff jutting out from the valley's side.  You could not get up at the top unless you were at the top of the valley.  And exiting meant death anyway.  But there was a big crack in the side, enough for her to squeeze in.  There was a small cavern inside, enough for about two wolves to fit comfortably but with a bit of limited space.  She settled down and moved out of sight of the entrance, so anyone who peered in wouldn't be able to see her from the darkness and from how far she was from the entrance.

(Lol at the rhyming thing.)

Tomorr growled.  "Oh, I see how it is.  I just thought you were wondering where our last member was!" he snapped, kicking Coheed with such power it would send him flying.  Though nobody really knew it, because he was too lazy and didn't ever really feel like it, the russet wolf was very strong and could easily beat anyone here... if he wanted to.  But he didn't.  "I don't want to hurt you."