Man Up {Fight Training}
03-30-2015, 08:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-30-2015, 09:00 AM by Lark.)
His father had told them all at the last pack meeting that he was tired of letting Abaven sit in the shadows. He wanted them to all become stronger, both individually and as a group, and to let their pack be one known all across the lands. Lark's own dream was for Abaven to become a pack that was not only respected, but feared, as he knew his father ought to be. The child had no doubt that his father's strength was unparalleled, even if he had lost in battle once before. It must've merely been a fluke. It would not happen again. The large boy was quick to answer his father's call, eager for the possibility of learning to truly fight. Though Bass had taken him on a hunt before, what little he knew of fighting had just been from observation, not participation. Feeling eager, he'd increase his pace to a brisk run, finding himself panting softly when he finally came upon the group that had already gathered. He was happy that his mother was there, and instinctively he would close the distance that was left between himself and his parents -- but none of his siblings were there. A slight frown painted his features as he searched for them. Were none of them interested in fighting? The thought of being paired with an adult wasn't a great one and he found his eyes narrowing as he examined the group, nodding in greeting to his father. |
