Nashor's Tooth {Training}

The call for training was something that certainly interested the large red woman. The pack had been pretty quiet during winter for the most part, but now that spring was around perhaps they could turn up the heat. She felt a bit bad for flaking out on the spar with the brown wolfess, though perhaps… perhaps today she could make up for it. A breath of fresh air was breathed in, her massive paws leading her forward. Might she see Asha too, she wondered? Pyrr’s tail flicked thoughtfully as she moved, humming softly to herself. She felt certain that today was going to be a good day.

Upon arrival she found three wolves present and only two of which she sort of knew. One was of course Bass, the man who had called the gathering together. With a warm smile and tip of her head the massive woman greeted him before trudging over to the other familiar face; Liviana. “I do believe,” She began. “That I owe you a spar, my dear.” Her words were playful and light before she glanced back at Bass, her grin widening. “Actually, Bass, this wouldn’t happen to be battle training, would it? If you need a hand, or demonstrators, perhaps Liviana and I could be of assistance?” She glanced back at the smaller brown woman, eagerness in her eyes.

“Hope you don’t mind me volunteering you.” She added, giving a swish of her tricolored tail.