Take the Shot

Of course she would want to spar with him. She was little miss perfect over here, thinking that she was so much more superior than her brother, just because she looked exactly like their aunt Chrys and because she'd been named heir. Ha! That didn't make her any better than him, at least in Gael's eyes. She was still his little sister, in both sense of the phrase, and that was how she was always going to be to him, heir or no heir. She'd expressed her want for a spar with him yesterday after he'd gotten Meili all settled in to her new home, and being the good brother that he was, he politely accepted her little challenge. She stated the time and place for their spar to take place, and he had given her his word that he would be there. He wasn't one to disappoint.


The morning sun was cresting over the mountain peaks of Alacritis, its warm rays dancing across his silver back as he jogged from his resting spot to the heart of Valhalla. The plains. Of course she would want to make it as public as possible. Big headed over here thinking that she would be able to best him in front of the entire pack. Yeah right. Ivory paws carried the young Adravendi into the clearing, cerulean gaze flickering to his sister's familiar figure, before spotting an ivory woman he couldn't recall greeting Aza. He stepped forward, pausing a respectable distance from his sister, dipping his head to her and the older woman. Aza, ma'am. He spoke curtly, waiting to for his sister to state her terms so they could begin. He could already feel the adrenaline begin to pump through his system, steel-like muscles bunching beneath his silver coat in preparation for the coming spar.



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