Kick grass and take butts

The respectful young boy had a good set of ears on him. Perhaps he had learned to, to make up for his muted vocals. Certainly the Warlord had never had any trouble with this wolf. He listened well, and gave his best.

Once the two of them had warmed up, the Warlord let his posture fall into the familiar defensive pose that began a match. “Alright, Takeshi, take me down.” He told the other wolf, beckoning him forward with a paw. Lets see what he had learned in their training sessions so far. Sirius dug his claws into the sand, and set his gaze upon the younger wolf.

"Speech"