Fighting Chance

When the call from Mort came, Asla wasn't far at all. She was determined to learn all that she could about fighting. What better place to learn than at the place where all of the training happened? Recently Asla had been picking her grandmother's brain about the art of battle and she'd learned some interesting things. The girl couldn't wait to try them out.

Sliding down from one of the stone slabs at the far end of the plain, Aslatiel made her way towards where Mort stood in the warm sand. The warmth made her feel a little relaxed and tired, but she tried to shake the feeling off. If he was calling her here for a spar, she would have to be alert.

Coming up to her winged brother, Asla gave Mort a kiss on the cheek accompanied by a winning smile. "Whatcha doin'?" The small wolf tilted her head gently, dark ears flicking forward.