Putting up your armour

Lark wasn't the least bit disappointed that his training partner had been switched. Not at all. He liked Tinaro quite a bit, and it'd been awhile since he'd really spent time with him. Other than his family, he was one of his few friends - and the possibility of sparring with a friend brought a slight smile to his face. Once the short meeting was over, he would trail gladly after Tinaro, eager to fight once again. It'd been far too long since his last real training session, and he knew - especially since his conversation with his dad - that he had to work harder.

As he drew closer to face Tinaro, directly in front of him, he would not in greeting. "Ready?"   he'd ask his friend, a slight grin playing at his lips. It seemed he smiled more these days, especially in regards to the few wolves other than family that he appreciated, and definitely since his family had returned.  "You should go first." With that, he'd set his defenses, hunkering down and tightening his entire being as he awaited the assault to begin.

(No worries about meeting strict timers, give or take a day or two is fine by me)