Mentor-Mentee

The chocolate splotched Adravendi padded down the ravine, eyes scanning the walls. It was always a sort of relief to come down this path. The eruption’s ash hadn’t managed to make it into this area. When he trotted through here, he could almost pretend the eruption hadn’t happened.

Almost.

He mounted the three stone steps and paused as his eyes fell on the large mound of white fur piled beside his Spirit and mentor. Though Aurielle smiled at him, he could tell something still nagged at her, and he understood. They said the pain would go away eventually. Perhaps “they” were a colder-hearted sort of wolf than he and his mentor were, or had not been close to those they lost.

The pain didn’t leave. You just learned to push past and live on. There were still moments where a memory of his mother would hit him and he’d get all choked up.

However, he nodded, moving to his usual spot in the chamber, settling into his stance and giving her a wag of his tail to signify his readiness. They’d been working on fighting on slick ground like the marble floor of the cave, where claws had little traction. He’s already taken several bruises on the chin from losing his toe-grip on the floor and letting her claws set down. Now in mud… Mud he loved.

At a nod from his mentor, he surged forward, tail swinging as his toes took the job of traction. He sought to drive head on into Aurielle’s smaller form, dropping his fore-end to aim his left shoulder point for his brisket. He hoped to knock her back and send her sliding across the floor with the first hit as his head tilted sharply to his right, muzzle jerking to his left as he snaked his jaws open and aimed to snap at her right ear.

Cairo Lanze Adravendi vs Aurielle for Spar
Round 1/3
Age: +1
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Beginner Fighter & -----

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think