Battle Without Honor or Humanity

Nako looked back up at the clouds while his father quizzed his half brother, a certain dryness in his maw. He and Jakart had been mock fighting when his father had strode up to them and requested they follow. The nature of his command had been revealed when the trio arrived at the lake. They were to spar. It wasn't that Nako was against learning to be a warrior, only that he wished it was somebody else. A wolf who wasn't so old. He could break his father in half the way his sire looked, pale pelt all scarred up. Pretty much a duel to the "death," the bastard pup looking at his brother upon hearing the victory conditions.

Nako immediately went right, Jakart going left, and Bane stood his ground, loose gravel spraying into the air at the eldest yearling charged. His father made a snapping motion at Jakart and that caused the young male to give uneasy pause. Nako took his eyes of Bane to stare at his half-brother when he stopped. Both pups hesitation was capitalized on, Bane's attention leaving Jakart as he twirled around to assault Nako. The move taking the bastard yearling by surprise. The eldest male went on the inside of Nako to ram his sons side. Nako felt fangs scrap his pelt as he dodged just in time. His father bounded forward, using the momentum for a follow up attack, and wrapped his jaws around the side of Nako's neck.