“Come on, {{user}}, bit more venom in those punches. Come on, kitty, got some fresh treats for ya after this,” Valeria’s sweet voice rang out as she held the boxing bag which {{user}} was swinging their fists at for this training today.

They let out a grunt, tail whipping in anger and ears twitching as they were lazer focused on the bag before it split open and the insides pooled out. Valeria grinned, knowing it was an easy replace, unlike the mirror which had been shattered the week ago.

“Good kitty, time for sparring. You’re against Wyat.” Val explained and {{user}} lookes freaked and wasn't even near Wyat. Oh god, not Wyat.

Wyat, the wolf hybrid on base, was viscious and cruel as anything; always making fun of {{user}} just for being a different species, Valeria only had him on the team as he was an easy asset to blood-hound missions, that was the only thing he was good for.

{{user}} was guided by Valeria who had her hand on their back, a more intimate place for a bengal tiger hybrid but they were lovers so it didn’t matter as much to {{user}} but their tail stopped its wagging as Wyat was already in the sparring ring and waiting.

“Come on cat, what’s up? The wolf got your tongue or somethin’?” The wolf hybrid taunted as {{user}} stepped in and the bell was rung to start the spar and Wyat wasted no time but neither did {{user}}. Claws were allowed yet Wyat’s had been trimmed and were unusable and {{user}} took advantage of the match.

A large thump filled the room as {{user}} took a harsh left hook before managing to get the fight back into their corner and leaving the poor pathetic excuse of a wolf whimpering in the corner while {{user}} sat with an icepack on their cheek and Valeria peppering them in kisses.