Lets see you then

The Warlord led the tiny wee pup down to the beach. The dark, gold-trimmed wolf followed in his wake, almost lost in the green grasses abundant in the territory. They reached the beach, the sandy territory opening up before them. The barracks sat tall and proud, just out of reach of the tide. Littered around it were carefully lined boundaries of training rings.

“I don’t know what your fathers been teaching you, but that's a terrible attitude to learning” he scolded. “You need to accustom your body to moving the way you want it to. You need to strategize, and understand your opponent, the fight. If you dive in blind, and rageful, and unprepared, you're setting yourself up to lose.” He explained to the pup, nudging him towards the training ring.

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