Walk awhile
Malalia
05-20-2020, 04:50 PM
Mal breathed hard as she completed her last turn, pivoting on one paw in a complete about face, before snaking her head forward to snap at the imaginary opponent's hindleg. She was still having trouble getting behind a wolf, as guarded as the area seemed to be, but was slowly getting better at the maneuver. It had worked a few times in the last few spars she'd had. If she wasn't patrolling, she was training, occasionally making her way up north to the battlefield, and coming back with a fair amount of scrapes and bruises. The opponents there were varied in their techniques, stronger, and often more experienced than the near two-year-old. As steadily as she was progressing, the young woman had a lot to learn.
Constantly working to win the competition, to better herself for the Armada -- if only it were that simple. Interestingly, the girl trained a little more after meeting the Valhallan wolf, and after her... whatever, with Mort. There was merit in their words, about working through her troubles, her past, but frankly? The idea terrified her. It was easier to throw herself into her new pack and friendships and routines, and forget everything else. A small, hidden part of her whispered that she'd have to reckon with it, one day. But... not now. Not yet.
Tongue lolling, she paused in her movements, spying the dark, familiar figure making his way towards her. Her tail waved easily in greeting for the man who had taken her in and given her a home, barely a season ago. She paced forward to nose-bump his shoulder as she often did. "'Course," she breathed, grinning and flattening one ear. "How's it going?" she asked conversationally, moving off the training grounds.
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