You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Oath paused mid-step, his cyan eyes flicking toward Alaric and his Cane Corsos. The older wolf's presence brought a mix of curiosity and tension; Alaric was not one to mince words or tolerate what he deemed frivolous. Oath dipped his head respectfully, his red horns catching the sunlight.

“A good day indeed,” he replied, his voice calm yet tinged with an eagerness he couldn’t quite mask. “A spar would be welcome, though I can’t promise to match your strength.” His lips quirked in a faint smile, his posture shifting into defensive readiness. “But testing one’s limits is always enlightening, don’t you think?” He motioned toward an open clearing ahead. “Shall we see what today’s lessons hold, Alaric?”