Make a man out of you

It wasn't long before the familiar pink spotted pelt of Atreyu entered the horizon and soon closed the distance between the two wolves. Alaric dipped his head slightly in respect as he rumbled out a greeting. "I see you've healed well too." He rumbled, his gaze shifted to Maul as the cane corso was addressed. Maul simply stared at Atreyu and panted, his long tail wagging slightly at the compliment. Alaric's gaze refocused on Atreyu and one of his eyebrows raised in question. "Are you ready to begin your training?" He asked the younger wolf. He had mulled over their last fight in his mind, going over her attacks she had struck mentally and finding the flaws in her attacks. He was ready to teach her, as willing as she seemed. "Did you want to spar or should this be a lesson only?" He would let her chose which would teach her best.