Round Em Up [Optional Fight Training]

Hati's heavy head jerked around at the sound of a call, the call of a packmate summoning them for fight training. His lip curled, resisting, unwilling to be given training by some whelp of hardly any rank at all. It wasn't required he answer - but the opportunity to sink into battle and lose himself, even for a few shallow moments, easily won out over his reluctance. Besides, would not Valentine prefer he attend than not? He slunk to the group, tension written thickly on his heavy form, and he slouched down with stiff shoulders far behind the outskirts of the gathering. It seemed much of the group was made up a great deal by pups rather than adults, and a faint growl rumbled in his chest at the sight in protest. He hadn't come to be subjected to the presence of a bunch of clumsy, whining children, he had come to sink teeth into flesh, to tear and be torn. Not to tiptoe around a fragile pup so that its mother didn't get offended.