This Time For Sure! [Regulus]

He had to grin at the boy’s enthusiasm. He nodded agreeably to Dom’s statement. He would have to test him later on that fighting skills, or, better yet… He, with his intentions to venture north and explore a bit before going back to pack business, felt it may be prudent to avoid any injury to himself that may make the venture uncomfortable, and he was intending on completing his patrol beforepaw.

He listened to the eager words, grin still bright on his vibrant face. At Domari’s final question, he smiled. “Normally, I would both spar you to see how well your skills hold up to your words, and ask you a healer related question to see if you know your stuff—ideally one of my healers would be called to test you on that. Since you admit that you aren’t the best healer yet, I can just ask you something basic. As for the spar, well, I’m willing to test you later, since I have plans that require me to be less bruised than normal.”

And there he paused to wink at the male, before straightening and grinning at him.

“Since you say you are well versed in fighting, I will ask you thus—When you are taller than your opponent, and it is a fight for the death, where would you best place your bites to disable them to enable your killing blow and end a fight quickly? Name three that would be best used if you’re facing your opponent with your left shoulder to theirs.”

He paused to see if the boy had the question down, then added, “And for your healing related question, what plant is best used to sooth a pup who cannot sleep?” Ironically, they were surrounded by various stands of the very plant Regulus was thinking about among the heather.

As for the quiz regarding the fighting, he knew of three that would do a wolf best in a fight against a shorter opponent in that position; the spine, only guarded by hackles around mid back, if he came from the top, would be the most appealing target. The soft part of the side of the belly was another, should he be willing to go low and forward with a slashing attack of the flesh to hopefully spill entrails to the ground.

And a hind leg would be easily maimed and made useless by a low forward lunge and savage grip above the hock. Give it a hard-enough twist, and the opponent could end up with a broken leg, or even a severed Achilles tendon if ones’ canines severed the precious tendon, and would render the leg useless.

He smiled patiently, sitting and waiting for the boy’s responses.