The crow and its apprentice
Plague
Plague was pleased to be placed into the paws of a seemingly capable Wolfess. Hela Klein, a sturdy babe and his mother's sister. He knew of the femme but never had any sort of notable encounters. That being said, they would have to learn about one another as well as train. The boy wasn't much of a chatter but it would help for them to be aquatinted. Which was something he assumed would happen naturally. Rambling thoughts were dismissed as Harbringr announced the start of their spars. A surge of excitment welled in the nearly year old Wolf's core as he stood. Already tall but still rather lanky he moved towards his new mentor. As the distance between them closed to a more reasonable yet polite distance Plague dipped his dappled cranium downward in a bow. Upon coming back up he listened her tempered and mature vocals. Plague didn't know Hela to be a loud or boisterous being which made him feel even better about their partnership. "Thank you for taking me on as your apprentice, Aunt Hela." His own raspy tones were slightly more quiet but still rang with that Klein-Abraxas fortitude. Without sparing much more time for formalities the male moved into a 'by the book' defensive stance. Something he had been taught but not really experienced too much thus far. Knees and elbows were bent, lips curled up in a snarl, eyes narrowed, ear flattened, hackles rolled up, and weight distributed between his four large paws. Plague then took a few moments to calm his thoughts and breathing. He did not want to get sloppy due to adrenaline nor did he want to start panting uncontrollably and loose his breath. This was something he had practiced time and time again during endurance drills. Suddenly Plague broke out in a sprint towards Hela. Large paws hit the earth as he pushed himself towards his aunt. A low rumble of a growl emitted from the depths of his throat. In a flash the younger Wolf would aim to slam the center of his chest into the right side of Hela's chest, more towards the shoulder region. As he made an attempt at a chest slam he'd also try to grab a hold of the right portion of her scruff, near the back of her neck. Plague attempted to snap his teeth in aim to bite down on the loose and tough skin. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Hela Klein for Training Spar |
