Jealous[fight training]

Arian stood upon the hull of the ship once more, her blue eyes watching the tattered frozen pieces of flag stick to the large trunk. In the back of her head she was nervous, she could feel herself getting shaky. Cypress was busy, so she was left trying to do things on her own. She would sigh a little, watching her breath scatter into the air. These wolves lusted for more she knew that, so she figured now was the time to give them that. Besides they all needed some training every now and then. While she would not punish the wolves who did not show up this time, those who did would probably make a mark in the future makings of this pack.

She threw her head back into a howl, calling the members to gather. As her head went back to it's origonal position, her tail flickered back and forth. It would be difficult to spar on three legs, but she would use what she was taught at a young age and triple the effort since she did indeed have a disadvantage. It just meant that she had to work harder, a slight smirk showed on her snout.