Time to Train! Time to fight!
08-20-2020, 09:13 PM
Na Naiche’s eyes followed Asla as she walked, looking for any signs of weakness. He remained still other than his own ears pricking forward a bit at her question, a small smirk at her comment, “You missed a key word, ‘good.’ I will treat anyone in this pack as my ally to improve the strength of the pack. However, some are bound to be better than others in matching abilities or personalities.”
Sirius didn’t seem the type to let weaklings into his pack, so he was feeling less concerned with that. Still, Naiche refused to fall into blind trust. He also had certain standards of wolves he could enjoy working with more versus needing too. Her playful tone had Naiche expecting she was one of the ones he would grow tired of being about for extended periods. “Sirius is your father?” She must have plenty of training if she was his kid, right?
Naiche shifted his weight between front and rear legs for a moment, getting a feel for how the ground moved under his feet, and putting his mind more into focus. There was no need to respond to her instruction on not taking it easy on the girl. Naiche couldn’t imagine why he would go easy on anyone, especially the daughter of the warlord. The part that surprised him was the kiss. What was she thinking? Did he look like he had any desire to kiss her?
No. It was a distraction from focusing on the fight, “Fine, so long as if I win you help me get some armor.” Naiche doubted he’d get that, but she didn’t get to claim a prize unless Naiche did as well. The yellowish-brown wolf had no desire to request a kiss or anything of that sort in return.
The little creme wolf came charging in fast. Naiche squatted low and did the same, charging in his lips pushed out and gums pulled up for a great look at his teeth. His pulse quickened as the thrill of the fight. Naiche’s body tried to follow hers, a paw moving back so he could pivot to try and not let her get past his guard. His foot missed her snapping teeth more by luck of motion than planning. The antler helmet was right near his face after her attempt at his foot. His snapped at the bottom of the antlers on the helmet with the intent to give it a hard shake like snapping a rabbits neck, and at the same time leaning his weight in. The point was to throw her off balance or even knock her down if her balance wasn’t good enough. It had left him vulnerable to the quills in his side though, which would be even greater reason to grip the antlers hard if he got them… from the pain of the dang quills!
Naiche Dauner vs Aslatiel for spar (no kiss)
Round 1/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Light
Skills: Novice Fighter & Intermediate Navigator
Specialty: N/A
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