She walked through the evenly spaced trees, weaving between the trunks. She had done some thinking since her and Lykos had last met, and she was going to make sure that she kept true to her promise to teach him. She was supposed to be helping the lower ranks, right? While she wasn't the best teacher, she had to try. It had kind of worked with Illie, but she liked Lykos better than she did the blue and white brat. Maybe it was because he was calm and collected, while Illie was more energetic, they got under each others fur. Mercy just hoped that Lykos was better than his mother, it had been too easy to beat her. Chuckling to herself, she found a big enough gap between the trees that was large enough for what she had in mind. Tipping back her head, she let out a howl for Lykos, trying not to sound too demanding. It was hard though, already her blood was starting to pump at the thought of a fight. This would be as much a test for her as it was for him, to see if she could make as instructor. "SPEAK!"

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Oh? What was that? The call startled him out of a peaceful afternoon nap. It was harsh, it was demanding, and it was Mercy. Glancing at the den, he didn't pause before setting out. He didn't know if Mother was in there, and bluntly, he didn't much care. True, he loved his mother and cared for her, but he didn't believe he needed a reason to check in with her when she knew he'd listen to the rules and stay within Imperium's lands. Besides, she heard the call too if she was anywhere near and knew he'd zip towards it without hesitation.

He arrived panting, eyes glittering excitedly. "Mercy!" he greeted cheerfully, tail wagging in a greeting. He'd wait patiently for her to explain why he was called - though he really did want to know. And really badly.

He really didn't take long to arrive, not at all. When he got there he was panting, and she grinned at his eagerness. Lykos greeted her with a tall wag, and she just simply dipped her head. She was already starting to get into a fighters mindset, and soon enough she would have her fight. Mercy had been unsure of how to train him, but her method was pretty much just tossing them into water to see if they could swim. A single black marked brow rose towards the male, her smile turning as her lips curled upwards in a more wicked grin. "Ready to learn how to fight?" she asked, although she was pretty sure that she already knew the answer to it. While she waited for an answer, she flowed into a fighters stance, her ears pinning against her skull, purple eyes narrowing. Her lips were already pulled back, h er legs set an equal distance apart as her toes spread, nails biting into the ground. Her shoulders rolled forward as her chin tucked towards her chest, hackles rising with ease. Head and tail aligned with her spine until she was as level as an arrow, just as ready to be shot from the bow. Her gaze never left Lykos, a low growl leaving her maw. She knew his answer was going to be yes, he had already expressed his interest in wanting to learn. "Attack me!" she demanded, facing him head on. From his attacks she would then correct him, seeing if he had any skill in him already. Some wolves were natural born fighters, and it was time to see if he was among them. "SPEAK!"

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Did she even have to ask? He answered her with a grin, eyes glittering in excitement, tail going a million miles per hour behind him. Of course he was ready! How could he not be ready? The idea! It was preposterous, utterly ridiculous! That any would think otherwise clearly did not know him, in any way, shape, or form. Enraptured, he watched as Mercy's movements brought her to a full fighter's stance, and it was a thing of beauty. Every movement was fluid, graceful, and certain - he wanted, with all of his being, to eventually have that level of competence, skill, and ability. That would come with practice, however - practice and training.

Her demand caused him to hesitate for only a second - how should he attack her? Ah, screw it - attack her head on. She asked for it, anyways, and once fought a tiger; she could handle him no problem. He immediately flew towards her, head-on, aiming to close the distance between them rapidly. He was nearing her height, so when he got close enough, he jutted his left shoulder out in an attempt to ram her between the right side of her chest and her foreleg, the upper part. As he neared, he redistributed a little more weight onto his back legs to attempt with his hind legs, aiming to simultaneously ram his left shoulder into the upper part between the right side of her chest and right leg and bite at her neck, head twisting to try to grasp the middle part of the right side of her neck with his upper jaw, and the lower left side, directly to the left of her windpipe, with his lower jaws. Woo, attacks! He'd get her!