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*Taurig* · 09-08-2013, 05:44 PM

War. It was making the young knight anxious and fidgety. He wasn't a violent man, not by any means, but when you went from training every single day of your life to training once or twice in a season, it was bound to have a bad effect. Taurig wasn't used to doing nothing and especially not being able to spar. He'd worked himself into a comfortable routine of patrols to stay lean and keep any fat away, but it wasn't enough. Besides Argent, who he was beginning to see less and less of, there was no one else for him to spar with him and it was really frustrating at times. He seriously needed to spar but there was no ne available for the job. There was the elder healer and warrior Erani, but she was all the way in Valhalla and it didn't seem like the smartest idea to go traveling down there in search of a spar given the tension between the two packs. He was better off trying to coax one of the feistier females into a gentle spar with him but even that didn't appeal to him.

A smile graced Sendoa's lips, encouraging one of his own to curl his inky kissers as his own daggers flashed in response as she offered up herself as a potential sparring partner. Icy eyes light up, muscles tensing in anticipation. He wanted to spar now! But as a fierce oceanic breeze swept over the point, throwing their similar colored coats all about, he realized that it wouldn't be the idea place for a spar, given the danger present. He wasn't looking forward to taking a midnight dip or smashing his body against sharpened rocks and he was sure his aunt wasn't either. You'll probably be hearing from me soon about that. He chuckled good naturedly, reaching out with a ebony paw to bat at his aunt's muzzle playfully.

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