distractions

He needed to be doing something else besides moping about and patrolling the borders. After attending Asla's hunting training, he felt like a good place to start was maybe by offering a fight training. He needed at least two other wolves to spar each other, but if he had an odd number he could at least offer one a battle of the winner or even himself. With Sirius busy with the new brood of Fatalis children, Magnus figured that he would appreciate some help in training the warriors and anyone else that would be interested in learning a thing or two about combat. While many of the wolves in the Armada were already adept at fighting, there was no such thing about too much practice. It was easy to learn something from every battle, and he hoped to drill that into his students today. Provided anyone showed up, that is.

Gathering himself and putting on the best face he could muster, Magnus trotted to the training grounds and settled himself in the center of the largest training ring. He didn't need any supplies today, although he did carry with him his armor and bracers with the knife, hoping to add a bit about fighting someone that had one or the other, or both even. Many of the wolves around here had their own set of armor and weapons, and nothing was alike, so it would be a good subject to touch on.

Letting out a howl to all the members of the Armada, and even Ashen if they so chose, he invited anyone willing to learn something to the training grounds for an impromptu lesson.

"Speech!"

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