Suma finally couldn't take it any longer. He stalked up to his sister, and prodded her with a forepaw. "Mato!" He said. "Do you want to practice battle moves?"
Mato stood up sleepily, blinking to get her eyes to focus. "Huh? What?" She asked, then realized what his question was. "Sure!"
Suma leaped at his sister, flashing out with his claws at her snout. He knew that he could easily kill her in an exercise like this, and he gave her no mercy.
Mato's eyes narrowed, and she dodged the attack. She was too slow, however, and Suma's claws brushed her nose. She shook the blood off, and lashed out with her own claws at his belly.
Ceres padded into camp, dragging a small gazelle carcass with her. The cheetah stopped and panted. "Whoever though such a tiny thing would be so heavy?" she muttered under her breath.
Suma bent his spine back, curling his belly out of the way, and raked his claws down Mato's ear. He jumped away, and crouched down, his tail-tip flicking intimidatingly.
Mato felt the blood well up in her ear, but ignored it. She swept her gaze over Suma, trying to remember his weaknesses.