Cold Gin In The Back Room [Fight Training?]

Stretching as he came out of his den, Chaos was startled to see his owl friends had resumed their perch in the tree outside. He'd been starting to wonder if they'd gotten tired of following a wolf around and found something else to do, yet here they were. "Where have you two been hiding?" he asked chidingly. Heecha swiveled his head around to stare at Chaos in that disconcerting manner owls had, but Sgili just clacked her beak at him lazily as though to say 'none of your business, chick'. Chaos stuck his tongue out at her playfully before trotting off down the mountain path. The owls went back to sleep.

He tilted his head to the side in interest as a voice called challenging over the pack lands. Aw, little Valdis, showing the older wolves what's what. Well, he was actually the pack's only other dedicated fighter in addition to being the alpha, so maybe he ought to go put the effort into seeing where her skill levels lay. As much as he enjoyed fighting, Chaos was surprisingly reticent about sparring with wolves he knew and liked, generally. His teeth did a lot more damage than an ordinary wolf's, so he had to hold back to keep from seriously injuring his opponent. It just wasn't as much fun to fight if you couldn't really sink your teeth into it. But Valdis needed someone to test her and challenge her to see if she was ready for a higher rank, and he was the wolf to do it. He would just keep his fangs to himself.

Trotting into view of the flat little area, Chaos grinned at the smaller, younger female. "Hey Val," he greeted with a flick of his tail. "I heard you calling. You looking for a training session, or just a tussle?" She was her own best judge of her readiness right now, after all, since he'd never even seen her fight.