Man Up {Fight Training}

The leader of the pack had spoken of fight training at the meeting, which had caught the pup's interest. Ever since his ears had gotten ahold of the fact that his brother supposedly knew how to fight, he was itching to cause some sibling rivalry. At the sight of the adults who had arrived for training, it brought him the urge to crawl into a ball and shrivel back to the family's den. Was fight training only for adults? But this was his first chance to fight and learn from the experienced members of Abaven. Really, he had less than a season to go and already he was taller than the small adults. Bass could understand, right?

To be on the safe side, he cautiously walked on his tippy-toes to gain an extra inch in his lanky height. At the same time he decided it was too much of a struggle (which also made him look quite immature) and quite tiring, his blank gaze found the form of another slightly larger boy. If he could be there, Tinaro could as well - despite the other pup was in fact the son of the Azat. He seated himself not far from the other boy, feeling rather awkward as he had no-one to blab to. Instead, he puffed his chest out to rid his mind of those silly lonely emotions. Why should he feel forlorn when he was going to fight?