Sentinels of the Past [Rhaegara]

He nodded gravely in agreement to her words. “Infinitely.”

He grinned as she relaxed enough to lightly tease, nodding cheerfully, “Oh, most definitely. Aurielle’s my mentor, and she’s routinely introduced my face to the floor in our training spars.. then again, she’s gone up against bears and tigers often enough that I’m nothing in comparison.”

His slim, glowing white Spirit was no pushover. She bore the scars upon her shoulders to prove that even polar bears should give her a wide berth in passing. Her long upper canines provided her an edge in reaching the vitals of her opponents, and she rarely stayed in one spot to get hit, and even when she did take a hit, she was quick to get right back up and in the battle. He hadn’t witnessed it personally, but he had little trouble imagining the sylphlike woman in all her fury defending the pack.

He chuckled lightly at Rhaegara’s remark. “I haven’t gotten into any spars since I was deemed fit to resume training. It feels great just to run again.”

He nodded southward, adding, “There’s a battlefield that wolves often go to in search of spars, or homes. I should drop in there at some point. There’s also the occasional challenge for a pack. Tends to gain a crowd of watchers. Alphas attend to gauge the politics of things, whether the victor is the challenge or the defender. It’s good to know what kind of wolf they’ll be dealing with. And from what I’ve heard, challenges can devolve into fights all around.”

He hadn’t watched one, But Aurielle had watched a few, and he knew they could get crazy. “Were you looking to spar?” A light grin settled on his features as one brow point quirked skyward.

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