Little whipper snappers

Walk | "Talk" | think

Rudy had been returning from a round of hunt training when he had heard Ulric’s howl.  One side of his coat had a layer of dirt on it, though against his grey coat it didn’t stand out too horribly much.  He had almost turned to run straight towards the howl but instead ran to Tika and convinced her to go with him.  This would fit well into his plan of fixing the nervous little pup.  She needed to be social with other members of the pack and learn fighting skills from more knowledgeable members.  This was a chance not to be missed!

So here he was showing up with Tika, bumping her shoulder in a friendly sort of way, “you’ll enjoy this, I’m sure of it.” The tone was purely confident and friendly.  Rudy would have to work to make sure that would happen.  She could get nervous and shy in an environment Rudy had less control over.  Rudy would need to try and learn from Ulric, do whatever exercises the lessons came with and make sure Tika was getting the most from it.

The boy grinned spying Arty with no surprise.  There was no way on this earth that his brother would miss out on a single fight lesson.  “Art, if this becomes a spar you better not lose to anyone but me.”  If Art could beat him then that should mean Art could beat anyone and thus Rudy could still have high enough standing.  

Ulric got a cheery look and grin, “Are we fighting?” Fighting was always fun and the more fights the better.