teeth and claws

*Malalia* · 06-11-2020, 12:14 AM

Her grin was a twin to his own, tail beginning to sweep across the grass. Yesssssssss. She hadn't sparred with a new wolf in ages... relatively. Oh, she practiced, and sparred with her packmates as often as she could. Kicking Mortis' ass around was fun, but so was shaking things up a little. She snorted softly at his reply, not derisive but humored. "We should." With that, the younger wolf moved away to one of the rings on the beach, tail swaying easily behind her. Mal was happy to have a sparring partner.

And had she the ability to read his thoughts, it wouldn't have dampened her spirits at all. Hell, she probably would've agreed. Magnus wasn't the only wolf who thought she was too young, too inexperienced for the position, and Malalia was keenly aware of that. Sirius had said it was a position to grow into, and so she kept her mind on just that. Sparring regularly, training vigorously. Like she'd always done.

The air was even colder so close to the sea, and the brackish winds battered her fur, tickled her extremities. The girl put some distance between them, and whirled around to face him, rolling into a defensive stance, bracing herself. Not that she actually expected to meet him head on. The brute was big, and heavy, and mostly likely a good deal slower than she was. Didn't mean she could let her guard down though. "Alrighty," she called, offering a friendly smile. "First move's yours."

"Speech"

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