Teach me how to dougie

He’d been patrolling when he ran across Fable’s scent leaving the territory; heading northeast. Regulus’ head cocked curiously as he diverted his path to follow the trail. Fable had left the territory before, but he was a yearling now. Ready for a mentor in each of the skills. If they even had enough wolves to mentor all the youngsters…

His pace quickened as he drew nearer to the Field, slowing as he listened for the young male’s voice. Well, at least he knew which way the yearling had gone. As he found Fable, he grinned lightly, drawing abreast of the boy. “Hello Fable. Here to spar?” He could see the nerves on the yearling’s face and lowered his head to nudge encouragingly.

“To call for someone to spar, you howl, long and loud. Then you make sure the opponent knows what you’re after. Spar, no holds barred, etc. But remember; one of Celestial’s laws is to take a fellow pack member with you to witness your fight. I’ll be your witness today, if that’s alright with you?” He smiled gently as he imparted his wisdom and offer, waiting for the boy’s response before he moved away to sit at the sidelines.