Let's settle this like men!

"Speech"

A feeling of relation grew inside of him as the older male spoke, of whom he intently listened to with respect. The youth wanted to pull his weight, strive for his best and contribute to the pack, however, he frequently fell victim to laziness and procrastination. At the words "losing motivation", a gulp of dread forced its way down his throat. Fortunately, he had summoned enough courage to deal with his dilemma, and here he was discussing it with the alpha. Improvement was on its way.

One on one training? Oh, he liked this Azat - he knew exactly what he wanted. Fight training rolled around too slowly for the yearling's satisfaction, though he ensured that he attended the sessions anyway. Perhaps they weren't enough, hence the leader's suggestion for more personal training. "I want to protect Abaven by fighting," he passionately declared with a brief puff of his chest in response to the inquiry. "I've already been successful in a fight." Ah, who didn't love the thrill of victory?