Moonlit Fun

The night had been warm and bright, and neither wolf could sleep. He had followed Asla to the beach, fully awake and aware despite the hour. At first, he practiced with her at the training dummies. Working his muscles into limber obedience and shaking away any tiredness that came with the night. They stopped when she caught the scent of (to him) a stranger, she indicated her desire for him to practice with the man. Asla was, for a Princess, very well versed in the art of fighting. Perhaps she wished for him to train with someone closer to his current abilities.

Taking it as an order, he gave his Mistress a nod to show he understood, and moved to obey her commands. He intercepted the stranger before he arrived at the dummies. Taking them a few paces from Asla, but still well within her line of sight. He dipped his head low in polite acknowledgment. “Greetings, stranger. Would you do me the honour of sparring with me tonight?” he asked. Assuming his status as lower then all within the pack (as unofficial slave) he was careful to keep his tone semi-deferential to those he spoke with. Not nearly as servantile as he was with Asla, the wolf whose word outweighed all else. But still polite