sunshiney day

Red hadn't woke that morning specifically planning to do any training, but rather to set snares for birds around the prairie. He'd spent the morning doing that, but it had taken far less time than expected so he found himself at loose ends. It put him in mind of what Aurielle had said about the lack of training for the younger fighters, and since he had the time, well - he might not be a ranking fighter and his actual skills might be rusty, but he could teach young wolves as well as any other fighter.

He set off at a lope for the boulder on the plains, the one by the old oak. It was an obvious landmark, and the shade provided by the oak and boulder alike would be welcome while still allowing plenty of room if he decided a demonstration was in order, or they wanted to spar. He thought it would more likely be simply a discussion today rather than getting into the physical practice of it, but that wasn't a bad thing. Young wolves liked to do a lot of action adventure things and were quick to get excited about the doing, but he felt it was good to learn to have the patience to sit and simply talk things over as well. Part of being a good fighter was learning when it was and wasn't necessary, and having the patience to not jump right in to a brawl just because they were bored.

Reaching the boulder and settling his haunches in its shadow, he lifted his long-fanged muzzle to call out in an inviting howl for any of the young fighters in the pack to join him there. He had a fairly good idea of what he was going to teach the young ones, but he'd be doing a lot of winging it.

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