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Zeitgeist
04-24-2020, 07:40 PM
Malalia
The Warlord had said that she needed a teacher closer to her own size. So when Zee had offered up her aid at the pack meeting, everything seemed to fall into place. Afterwards she'd approached the queen and sought after a lesson. Their talk was brief, but the time had been set. They were supposed to meet in the training grounds at sunhigh, though Mal was a little eager and a little early, pacing restlessly on the shorepoint, halfway between the beach and the training grounds.
The day was gusty, strong winds blustering freely through the grasslands and reminding her of the coming season. The girl gave a brief shake, thankful for her plush pelt and the cloudless sky overhead. A little wind wouldn't hurt her. Perhaps a sparring match would.
She didn't know the woman well, barely at all really, but her belly churned with a mix of anticipation and excitement. To be one of the Alphas of a warring school? That had to be feat unto itself. She wondered whether they'd spar today or simply review the basics, though she had to admit she wasn't pacing around for a sit down or lecture. Still, whatever it was, it'd be a welcome change of pace to training on her own.