a clever fighter is one who not only wins, but excels in winning with ease

It was a nice, sunny day today, though the spring air was still cool enough to not scorch her back too much. A perfect day for some fighting training for the kids. It would take a lot of teaching for the pups to be well-trained enough to properly represent them in -- and to be allowed out in -- even a friendly practice raid, as her and Mercury had discussed. On that subject, she still needed to speak with Art about their ideas. She wasn't nervous, exactly. She was just new to this. She wasn't sure exactly what her role entailed yet. She reminded herself that that was fine, considering it was a completely new rank for the Hallows. She would get to decide the finer details of what it meant to be a good Commander of the Hallows herself and hopefully leave aspirational pawsteps for whoever succeeded her. Which was scary in and of itself, but in a different way.

Letting out a deep breath, she stood alone in the courtyard and called for any pups who may want to get a lesson and maybe a spar today, depending on how they were doing and whether just one or multiple pups showed up. While she could spar one of them herself, it might be unfair if they had an idea of winning.

"Speech"