Square Up [Fight Training]

Ramsay grumbled sleepily as their father nudged them affectionately before leaving the den. Since hitting adolescence, his usual early-rising, endless energy had morphed into the laziness of a teen - he just wanted to sleep in! He rolled over as Liar departed, pressing his face against the wall of the den, trying to block out the light. Another irritable grumbled and heavy sigh escaped him as Vadim shifted beneath him, feeling an elbow dig into his ribs. "Ugh, it's too small in here!" he snapped in a grouchy tone, flopping onto his paws when his brother had moved. He sighed again, pushing himself up onto all fours, squeezing his way out of the den, his over-sized ears folded back.

As he made his way into daylight, his olive green eyes slanted shut, his long, lanky legs carrying him away from the den and slowly, carelessly following Vadim's path. A powerful yawn split his jaws, his body stretching as his eyes watered a little. As he stood upright, he shook out his blonde, barely marked coat. His muzzle and paws were dark, but not black yet. Awkwardly long legs carried him in the direction his father and brother had gone, following them by scent mostly, as his eyes were squinted shut.

Finally he came to the clearing where half his family had gone, and he blinked his eyes open a little wider when he realized there were other wolves gathered here. Was this another meeting? No, the last meeting hadn't been too long ago. This gathering had a different feel to it - was this training? Suddenly his head perked up, and he trotted over to Vadim who stood beside Liar. His grogginess forgotten, he waited for other wolves to arrive, wondering who else would come, and as youngsters, how they'd be able to participate. He looked over his shoulder, wondering if Ash or Greed would be joining them.