If you can dodge a wrench...

He felt like it was only yesterday that he was setting up an entertaining lesson for his own pups and yet somehow they were all grown and now he was tasked with training his newest nephews and niece. It was wild how fast time was flying by and he was eager to make the most of it now that they were all fully settled in their new home and the pups were big enough to start working on some finer motor skills and real fighting techniques. They were still very young, of course, so he wanted to make sure they would have fun as well, but it was always better to start training early and often instead of trying to retrain and work out bad habits later in life. They had all shown very a very good aptitude for fighting already, which he would certainly expect from his sister's brood, so he was excited to see what they would do with what he had planned for them today.

Plague picked out a place in the ravine that had a fairly open clearing where there would be enough space for them all to move freely without worry of bumping into one another. After setting up a few pup-sized training dummies and leaving a pile of soft, stuffed balls made of hide and filled with wool off to the side, Plague took a seat in the middle of the clearing and lifted his head to howl for the pups to come join him. While he wasn't usually as nocturnal as his sister, he knew the pups were on her clock so he had waited until a couple hours after sundown to call for them, figuring he would likely catch them well after they had woken up and had eaten their breakfast but before they had run off too far or gotten into any other shenanigans. He smiled a bit and waited for them to join him, his emerald gaze peering out through the trees and underbrush to watch for the young Kleins.

Plague Klein-Destruction