Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
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Posted on August 8, 2013 at 02:15:40 AM by Apollonia
As Apollonia finished her stretching and focused her emeralds upon her father, she received a small, proud smile which made her chest swell out. Odessa, on the other hand, was not so lucky. I take it that squirrel is more interesting than your learning, Miss Odessa. Apollonia’s auds wilted just slightly, feeling bad for the royal. She knew what that tone meant when it came out of her Daddy’s maw. He arched a brow and waited for her to refocus before continuing on his with directions. Now that we have stretched and our muscles and joints are ready for work we can concentrate on other things that make you a good wolf. These skills are built into you, they are innate, but training strengthens them. You see that piece of tree trunk? Apollonia’s gaze shifted to the place that he gestured, and focused on the far-off log. I want you to run to that and back again. But take it easy… This is just a warm up. Apollonia smiled and took off, her body staying low to the ground like her father had mentioned to her when they had gone hunting. She didn’t completely lengthen out her stride, keeping to a quickened lope rather than a flat out gallop. Once she reached the broken old piece of wood, she screeched to a halt, using her claws as brakes, and touched it with her nose before returning to her father at the same pace, feeling her muscles warm up as the blood rushed to her extremities with each stride that she took. After both she and Odessa had returned to him, he had spoken again, revealing the true nature of their lesson and how strenuous it would be. Your lesson today is about stamina, speed, and agility. You will do laps back and forth from the tree to this exact spot. Stamina will see how many laps you can do, speed – well that’s pretty self explanatory and agility, well, as you can tell, the ground here is uneven and will play havoc with your footing. I want to see if you can combine all three and not slip up. Let’s start with five laps, okay? One. Two. Three. Go! Sure, the log was not an impossible distance away, but repeating it at quicker speeds and multiple times would be quite the workout. However, she knew that today was about proving what she was made of so she obeyed without question. As he began to count down, Apollonia hunkered to the ground, putting most of her weight on her haunches, and took off like a rocket once he commanded them to go forth. The first three trips she made easily, for she had been well rested prior to it, and she was able to keep focus on the footing quite well. But as she went into the fourth lap, her muscles began to burn and at one point almost tripped. Because her limbs were tiring, they were not lifting themselves as high off the ground, ergo making her more liable to get caught up on anything protruding. However, stubborn as always, she pushed herself to continue without losing any of her pace. She finished all five of the laps, only having one other scary moment – she had leapt over a small dead brush that had been in her way, not even thinking what could be on the other side. But it had not been the footing that had almost caused her injury, but a hidden snake that had made its den underneath that very brush. It had struck out at her, it’s fang missing her by a hair. Her saving grace had been her surprise at seeing the serpent and her quick reflexes which had sent her in yet another leap, this time almost straight up in the air. On her way pack, she had of course given the brush a wide berth, not wanting to upset the adder anymore than she already had. Upon completing the fifth and final lap, she had gone to her father’s side, resisting the urge to nuzzle against him. He had first and foremost taught her manners, and to cuddle him in the middle of a lesson, especially with another student present, would not only be inappropriate but also rude. For the moment, Lycaon was her teacher first and her father second. Instead of staying still, she moved around, walking circles around the brute trying to catch her breath. It would help the heat that was rising in steamy waves off of her dissipate quicker and ultimately help her cool her core temperature down. As she continued to move about, she paused midstride. “Mister Daddy Sir, what is to be next?” She knew better than to complain or whine – it would due her no good and would make him ashamed of her, however briefly. Word Count: OOC: Azura "Listen to my tale," she chides... |
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