Lessons

Jakart licked the stone between his paws from where he lay. Salt. His body would need some salt after running up the hill near the lake a half dozen times. Endurance training. That what his father had wanted out of his two eldest?sons. As well as trust. Bane wasn't always going to watch over them as they built up their stamina, and the middle male pup took the non-verbalized challenge in stride. The Rock Gardens had salt for him, Jakart's limbs shivering and his tongue lolled out of his muzzle. The purpose of this exercise was to make yourself last longer than an opponent in a fight. Run about and dodge. Then attack when your enemy is tired. Stamina was required, and it was a hard trail to earn it.

Sugarcane. Now there was something his body could use right now. Salt and sugar. And yet he didn't even have to guess that the reed even grew up in the mountains. "Bend like a snake and shy away like a dog, then strike like a snow leopard." Jakart mumbled. A weird phrase he'd come up with for what his father was putting them through. His ears flicked and he let the stone settle back onto the bare earth. He missed the snow. And yet it meant spring. A time of young prey and vegetation. The yearling staggered to his paws and went off into the rock field, searching for a hole of lately born rodents that wouldn't struggle much as he dug them out. But he wasn't alone. No. A black pelted female, around his age too, was amidst the rocks near him. Jakart gave a wag of his tail and strode over to the she-wolf, head low but gaze friendly as he stopped a few paces away and sat down. "Hi packmate." The yearling panted and tilted his head. "What are you doing?"