"Fine, thanks, and even if I weren't, I'm a medic. It's just too hot to do anything." Hana sits halfway up, leaning back on her elbows and grinning at Adela. "Four way spars are a bad idea in heat waves."

Because that's what their training consisted of on this particular morning, at least until two of the dogs banded together to attack Hana. An unfair alliance, and she'd been hard pressed to hold her own. Her remaining partner took the opportunity to slip away from the fighting, thus starting the general exodus toward shade.