At his father's words, Herne found himself once more distracted from the move-y thing. He tilted his head back, gazing in awe up at the larger wolf. "Di' it do bad?" Herne queried curiously, casting an anxious glance at the trees around him. Would his Da have to spare with these trees to if they threatened the pack? Herne was impressed by the idea. To fight trees must be a truly impressive thing. He could imagine branches whipping back at his father, trying to fend off the male, and his father triumphing against all odds.
Laughing a little to himself, Herne thumped his tail happily against the earth, a broad smile crossing his features. "I fink I wanna learn how ta spar." Herne said thoughtfully, ears pricking towards his father as he thought. He wasn't sure he liked the thought of fighting, but the idea of being able to was something different. He didn't want to be weak forever - and Herne was aware of the fact that he was weak at that point in time. His brother and sister didn't have to rest as much as he did, and they could run further and faster. And that seemed to be the norm, at least for pups. Maybe with time he could catch up though! He wasn't unbearably upset about the idea of being weak, but in a vague way he knew that he didn't want to be the same forever.
