Reaper had sent Moloch to guide Mae to the boneyard, where the two would hopefully have a nice spar and training session. He hoped Mae would learn from him in this spar and it put some pressure of the young Bloodjaw's shoulders. He felt proud to be able to teach her what he did know, even if it wasn't a great amount. He was still learning himself. Reaper let out a howl to summon Mae, to let her know where to find him and to help Moloch guide her to the right place. His paws shifted in the dirt nervously. He hoped he was as good as a teacher as his father Malice was.

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The raven she had come to know as Moloch had come to get her while she took a drank from the waters within the woods that Widow and Hellborn was able to call home. It wasn't a long ways to travel, so she followed Moloch with a smile acrosws her lips. Knowing that today was going to come sooner or later. Excitement racing threw her entire frame. It was all natural instinct for another to fight or protect what was their own. But they all known she wasn't a fighter naturally - not saying she couldn't.

Peaks swivel upon her cranium, ears picking up Reapers song that was sent out with the warming winds. Her body shifted into a more agile gate, carrying her swiftly towards him, the white faced brute. Blush hued eyes taking him in as he shuffled in the dirt, a smirk crawling along her facial features. "Greetings handsome." The woman announced after watching him for a few minutes. A soft smile crawling along her lips.

"Speech!"

It wasn't long before Mae appeared on the horizon. Reaper watched her arrive patiently, her cling out a greeting to him that cause his heart to flip a little. She called him handsome. He flashed her a grin. "Now now, you're not trying to sweet talk your way to victory are you?" He teased gently. He motioned for Moloch to hang back to which the raven flew and landed on a skull nearby to watch the pair of wolves. "I believe it fair if you started first." He told her, giving her a respectful dip of his head as he got into a readied stance. His posture straightened and his legs widened slightly for extra balance. His chin tucked to protect his vitals. "Whenever you are ready, love." He told her, his eyes gentle.

Watching the raven fly only to land upon a skull close by, and him talking she listened to the words fall from his lips. 'Now now, you're not trying to sweet talk your way to victory are you?' A chuckle released from within her. Knowing that all to well she could, but she needed the skills he could teach her. 'I believe it fair if you started first.' The young woman circled closer, watching him dip his head out of respect. Teeth are revealed in a mocking snarl as he straightened and his body posture changed for extra balance. She was studying him threw and threw, every inch and curve being scanned over.

Noting how he tucked his chin against his throat, his words soft. 'Whenever you are ready, love.' However Mae known and came to find out that she enjoyed coming in from the flank, but she couldn't being so close now. Her movements careful and calculated. Studied to perfection. Paws stepping ever so lightly, without sound. Finally coming up along his side, so she was also shoulder to shoulder with him. Teeth bared in a gentle manner. Mae's mouth opening to grab a hold of his front leg, mocking playful growls leaving her throat.

Sure, it was only a lesson, but she wasn't about to go easy to be taken out so quickly. Allowing her mate to know she was as equal as he was. Give or take a few inch's.

Mae vs Reaper for Spar
Round 1/3 [?]
Age: 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Skills: Beginner Navigator & Beginner Healer
Specialty:

Reaper was ready for Mae as she approached from from the side. He would maneuver his body so that he was parallel with her, lifting his forearm as she had secured it within her maws. He let out a playful snarl, lips curling back to expose his steel capped fangs. He would snap his maws at her face, just missing it by a few inches. He wouldn't dare make actual contact. Reaper would move in for his own attack, his maws seeking the side of her neck as he tried to pull his foreleg out of her maw. If he made contact, it would be a firm but gentle grip. One that would not draw blood or even bruise. Moch watched the two wolves spar from his perch of a nearby skull, his beady eyes fixated on their movements carefully.

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Tail danced around behind her helping to give her a little balance. Feeling his teeth grab her scruff in a manner of gentle but firm at the same time, allowing his paw to be free from Mae's own grasp. Shaking her skull to try and free his grip, her own attack would be that of a shoulder pushing against him. Trying to give her a little leverage, knowing that she would need more work and training to be able to protect him and the pack if ever needed. Although she was not one to fight, she would do it to protect and defend those she cared about. Ears fall against her skull as watching him, coral pools glance around. Giving Moloch a playful grin.

"Speech!"

Mae vs Reaper for Spar
Round 2/3 [?]
Age: 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Skills: Beginner Navigator & Beginner Healer
Specialty: