If you can dodge a wrench...

Artorias knew how highly Briar regarded his abilities when it came to combat and fighting prowess. He knew she had been bragging about him to at least Idalia, let alone whoever else. But he hadn't known Briar had volunteered him into doing a training session with her sister Ophelia until she voluntold him he was going to be doing this. Unable to deny Briar when she batted those big turquoise eyes at him, the young man had of course agreed to whatever she was setting him up for. Besides, he'd done one-on-one training with Lia already, how much different could it be with one of her siblings? They spent the morning setting up training dummies around the sand sparring rings on the beach, Artorias carrying two of his wooden sparring swords, one for himself and one if anyone else wanted to practice using a weapon.

It wasn't until Briar howled for not just Ophelia, but Gossamer as well as an open invitation. Artorias turned to look at Briar with a raised brow and an incredulous look of "excuse me, what?" that he realized he'd been shanghaied into teaching an open seminar on fighting and exercise. With a sigh and roll of his eyes, Artorias began to draw a couple more sparring rings in the sand so they would have enough arenas for the other wolves to spar with one another and put theory into practice. Once they were fully set up, Artorias drove the wooden swords into the sand to keep them standing and sat on his haunches to wait. Briar leaned into his side, and as soon as he felt her weight against him, he shot her a mock annoyed look before leaning to place a gentle kiss on her temple. He knew she'd done this to help her sister and pack, and he supposed teaching a group lesson would be beneficial to his training to become an alpha.

"Artorias Sirius Carpathius" | "Corbin" | "Argent"