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Tinaro had been preparing himself for a scenario that required him to defend his pack for his whole life. Ever since pup-hood he had dreamed of becoming a fighter, the best in Abaven. To make his mother and father proud - that was what he had wanted to do. He had trained himself vigorously (occasionally) and like Lark, had planned out his actions on that one, fateful day. Losing or being unable to participate hadn't been on his list. Of course he had wanted to win; who didn't? However, that wasn't the reality, and as much as he could fantasise and brainstorm 'what-if's' in his mind, it only brought more regret. He had to move on. There was always a next time, not that he wanted more bloodshed. Why did it feel like he had blown his only chance to prove himself?

The other male agreed with him, and that didn't surprise him. It was obvious there were too many wolves on their side, and that was kind of a positive. After all, they didn't know how strong Hellstrom's forces would have been, so it was better to have too many than to lack numbers. In the end, they had won, though he didn't feel like he deserved that victory. He hadn't done anything towards it. "Sounds like a plan," he agreed with a nod when the Destruction suggested to try group training with their blue-furred friend. His eyes cast down to his hare to find that he had already eaten it all. Waiting a few moments, he rose his paws, wiping his bloodied chin against his shoulder. "Thanks for the help in the hunt. I'll see you around." Offering a small smile, ebony paws carried him away, feeling quite satisfied with the day so far.

-exit Tinaro-