Amoxtli was still nervous, his resolve was there though. He looked to the black and golden pelted girl next to him nervous but her reassuring smile on her maw gave him some courage. Amoxtli had been training with his father since he was one, much like Sleekwing had with his own. But back then he didn’t take it as seriously as he should have. Now though it was a different matter, he guessed he felt he wanted to prove he could be everything Shiloh wanted, he never thought of himself as a Prince but he wanted to protect her and while he knew he didn’t have to own Taviora to do that but perhaps it was a bit of an impressing factor. He wanted to stand out and impress her he supposed and that would start today.

As the brute spoke Amoxtli nodded to show he understood. He didn’t really have the stomach to talk even though Shiloh was so near. He was nervous both because he wanted to show Shiloh how strong he was as well as be a good student to the grey brute before him. He didn’t want this to be a waste of their time. As the brute turned he looked to Shiloh again for a bit of reassurance and he was given a soft touch to his own shoulder and it steadied him before stepping forward into Spirane following the brute towards his training grounds.

Amoxtli was more than ready to get a few cuts and bruises. He had gotten many, and given a few, from his father. He knew after the day was done he would be sore and tired he just hoped he could handle his own. His father had a very energy conservative way of fighting. He didn’t know his father’s rather vicious past just that he was a warrior for his homeland as well as Diveen. Amoxtli thought it was strange though that was for sure, but he had learned from him so the tri-color brown pelted boy had learned to fight in a similar way as well.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he moved further into the lands when they finally arrived on the training ground Amoxtli looked around noticing how much it was like the training ground minus the random roots upon the ground. It wasn’t so unlike Taviora’s then but there wasn’t going to be much dancing and running around on Amoxtli’s part. He gave Shiloh another look a soft nervous smile touching his maw before going to the center of the clearing. He stood a few meters away from the silver pelted brute shifting slightly.

When instructed his position lowered slightly his tail low ears pressed back flat against his head and he widened his stance. He waited nervously for the brute to attack first and it was only more unsteadying that he was being circled all the while. He kept his eyes on him though pivoting slightly around not allowing his back to be exposed. His mismatched eyes were only for Sleekwing now. Amoxtli only had to wait for the silver brute to make his move.