[Training] we are the mighty hunters, the beasts of rodents' nightmares

AMALIA

She doesn't expect the small ball of feathers to appear beneath her, soaking up the weak attack and leaving Amalia chuckling as she rolls onto the ground, an oof leaving her lungs at the unexpected impact. That was a good trick, she comments silently, shifting into snow leopard form and sitting awkwardly on her immobile hind legs.

Tilting her head, the leopard rumbles another laugh. Reaching out with a large paw, she playfully swats at the bird, encouraging her to try and dodge. You're small and stealthy, you can keep an eye on everyone and scout ahead. You won't cause avalanches or cave ins. And you have a beautiful songs. All my shifts sound... The leopard shudders expressively. Barn owls, it turns out, are not good singers at all.

You are flesh and blood
And you deserve to be loved
and you deserve what you are given
And oh, how much