It was a little later in the day now. Early in the morning he had met with his mate Cersei and began her beginner lessons. He knew enough about her and her skills to know where he wanted and needed to start to give her exactly the knowledge she wished to have and now it was time for him to move onto someone he was completely unfamiliar with. Solitaire. He smelled of Tristan and Viora, two wolves he had known for most of his life, more so Tristan who he had met and talked to when they were much younger than his sister Viora. He actually never seen her face to face, which was odd seeing as they have lived together for so long but it didn’t bother him. Sinclair had sparred with Cersei near their home, but for Solitare he was making his way towards his usual training grounds were the dirt was even and mixed the sand of home. A good place for them to meet as any for Sinclair to test and see what this other male knew before he began a proper training regimen for him.
It admittedly was decently far from his den. He didn’t want work and home time too close together, plus his home wasn’t in the most even place of Glorall, didn’t exactly help. He moved surprisingly graceful for a wolf of his size and thickness, something that was passed down his line he heard from his Aunt Isola. It didn’t matter though, Sinclair didn’t hold many bonds to his angel family, he was a bastard after all, even though his mom loved him and his brother it didn’t change how he was born and the fact that he had never met his father. He didn’t care to, not anymore it didn’t matter to him as much as it used to as a child. Tesseract ended up being his father figure, and that was all he needed.
Soon he made it to his training ground and tilting his head up he let out a low howl to the wolf who asked him to train him. His tail flicked, his normal happy demeanor that he usually held had been wiped off his face with the change in leadership and instead was replaced with an impassive, neutral visage. There was no wave of his tail simply the stance of a proud warrior.
Once Solitaire arrived Sinclair dipped his head in greeting to him before letting his violet and red eyes meet those of the other, looking over his body. He was a bit leggy, narrow paws, deep chest his fur was fluffy making it hard to see any muscle, much like Sinclair’s own form so fluffy you couldn’t see the huge amounts of coiled muscle underneath. He was built more like the Tavioran Girl Reian, made for fast quick hits from what he could tell, but he wouldn’t be able to make a large thick wolf like Sinclair falter. Sin wasn’t tall but firm on his paws, thick coiled muscles in his check and shoulders that allowed him to toss wolves that were larger than himself with relative ease.
”Have you ever had to fight before?” It sounded like a trivial question but one that was very important to begin his lesson and where to start. After this he would allow for him to make a move but there were some quick, preliminary questions for them to get to know each other a bit better. After all it was good for them to forge something more than just a teacher-student relationship. They were the same age, perhaps they could come out of this as friends, and it was always a possibility when you trained with someone you get more out of it.
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