Al shrugged, removing the top portion of his Gi. His black fur didn't make it easy to see where there was damage, but he pointed to two spots. One on his chest and one on his side where he was kicked. The bruises were fair in size, but probably not as large as expected.
Clare examined the bruises, biting her lip. "Clearly, I've got a lot to learn," she says, tugging her T-shirt off. Her chest, covered with a black sports bra, looked more or less fine. With her brown fur, however, it was easier to see where she'd been bruised. One on the side, just like Al, and one to the right of her navel where he'd hit her first. The one on her side was about as bad as Al's matching one, if not a bit worse, and the one on her stomach had left a large purple bruise. "I think I've got some on my leg as well, but those will fade easily enough," she says. "Same as the ones that might be on your arm." Sighing, the wolf put her arms back, propping herself up as she relaxed. "....15 years."