Sena slid her glasses down her muzzle, pinching between her eyes as she hung up the phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Calls had been pouring in all day about her most recent client Julio Onca and his violent outburst at the game against the Moonshiners. During a time out, Onca shoved Lance Wildfyre, one of his own team mates, and caused him some serious injuries. Onca was thrown from the game, and Lance was taken to the hospital.

She sighed. Onca had been doing so well with his anger management. Or so she thought…it seemed like she was really making progress with him! This outburst, especially against his own team mate, just seemed so unusual, even for him. Maybe he really did have something against rabbits…but no. Sena refused to believe that. Even if he did have a deep seeded prejudice against rabbits, it still wouldn’t be like him to attack a team mate. His actions seemed totally unprovoked. Something else had to be on his mind. Something else had to push him to act out like this.

Frustrated, Sena rose quickly from her chair, knocked everything off her desk and slammed her paws down on it’s surface.

“God DAMMIT Onca! What the HELL is WRONG with you!?” She screamed into her empty office. Why the hell did he do it? It made no sense! She felt the familiar heat of rage building inside her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slipped her paw into her pocket. There she found her comfort object, the claw of a untamed leopard. She fingered it slowly as she breathed in and out, visualizing a vast expanse of forest.

She lowered herself back into her chair, and pulled the claw from her pocket. She rolled it over her fingers over and over, staring off into nothing, her mind miles away.

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Many years ago, she was full of constant rage. Her inability to control her anger fueled it further. She grew tired of the rage.

She had been breaking windows in an abandoned building, venting her anger over one event or another, when she heard someone speak behind her.

“Destruction won’t make you feel better, child.”

Sena turned and found an old, dirty, clearly homeless elephant talking to her.

“What the hell would you know? You don’t know me. Go back to your fucking cardboard box, you fucking bum.” She turned back to the building and searched the ground for more things to throw.

“You might turn to your roots, young one. The leopards of old are beautiful creatures. They live in balance with their aggression and their grace. You could learn much from them, if you were willing to listen.”

Sena scoffed. “What? untameds can’t talk, you idiot. They can’t teach me shit.”

“It’s not with your ears you must listen, cub, but with your heart and soul.” With that, the old elephant walked away.

She rolled her eyes. “Fucking hippie. ‘Listen with your soul! OooOoo!’ Crazy old hack…”

But his words stayed with her. Untamed leopards were indeed very beautiful creatures. But at the same time they could be deadly. The thought of being in control of her anger like that ate at her for months.

Finally, she gave in. She scrimped and saved, begged, borrowed and stole. She went to Africa, and as soon as she laid eyes on an untamed leopard in the wild, it was like her entire being expanded, opening up and letting peace flow in. She spent weeks taking Safari trips to watch her wild cousins.

When she finally had to come home, she had a leopard claw with her. Any time she felt her anger rising, she touched the claw and her soul sighed. And she was calm.

That feeling was why she did this job. That feeling of your soul opening up. Everyone should experience that feeling. And those ruled by their rage needed it most.

She wouldn’t give up on Onca. She’d find a way to share that feeling with him. If she had to drag him to the Amazon and drag a jaguar up to him by the tail, she’d do it.



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Still developing Sena bit by bit. I had this done more or less a day or so after the incident with Onca and Wildfyre, but it took some time to write up a story to go with it. Angry Sena was just the first thing that popped into my head.

She's not a very conventional anger management coach, is she?

Looking at it again now I'm not as happy with it and I'm seeing a lot more wonkyness, but I was threatened with angry faces from a certain wolf if I didn't post it. :x