Time to Train! Time to fight!

The fight was over and the victor was clear. Aslatiel had ended up on top and had gotten her kiss, much to Resin's amusement. The girls tactics were sudden and surprising, but that was what worked for her. As her granddaughter approached she instantly began asking about a progress report. Naiche was slower to approach, but the big woman assumed it was because of his pride.

As the pair sat before her, Resin spoke. "Well done, both of you. I could see the effort you put forth." Directed her golden eye to Aslatiel, she focused in on her first. "Your attacks were well placed and you thought on your feet. Your ego might get the better of you one of these days, so be careful who you goad while you're fighting." Asla had gone a little too far, but it had worked for her, so Resin couldn't say too much against it. Just a simply, grandmotherly warning.

"Naiche," she began. "Your attacks were smooth and strong. Asla has more skill simply because of how much she trains." That lone eye fixed on the boys face. "Don't let her wiles fool you into getting angry. Anger makes you vulnerable to mistakes." She gave him a nod then pulled herself to her paws. "Today is done. Continue to train. In one months time, we'll do this again. I'm eager to see what you've both learned by then."