Man Up {Fight Training}

After he had smoothed things over with Wren, he moved from her side to a more open space in the plains. It was time to start training at last, after his large speech at the meeting. He had hoped that all took it well, even though he was tightening up the loose ends that kept dangling in front of his face. But no longer. Abaven would once again be a known pack name, and he would have wolves knocking on his border to join their ranks. Letting out a sharp huff, his tail curled over his spine as his head lifted, calling all the fighters to him. There had been a little break since he had to speak with his wife, and he didn't want to think that he had left them all hanging. As his head lowered, his shoulders rolled forward as his golden eyes scanned the open plains, waiting for everyone else to join him. Then he would pair them off and watch just how much his wolves knew.