While spring had brought an end to my illness, the mental wounds had remained fresh and open for quite some time. It was the end of one disease and beginning of another. It took some time for me to be able face the facts, but I once realized that I had started to heal all while changing. Autumn brought cold, and with the brisk air had brought an almost numbing effect on those wounds. Even though I was still healing from the renewed memories, I was beginning to get back feeling normal though I know I’ve changed. My meeting with mom had helped; it reminded me that she was still there, even if my birth mother wasn't.

I was aware it may have been a bit unfair to express my want to join the armament so early and keeping them waiting so long. I grateful they were so patient with me, but now I was going to move up; I plan to gain more experience after I move up, battling and sparring so against whoever would be willing. Sleekwing didn't keep me waiting long in the clearing I had picked, I spot him give a nod and no doubt it was about the chosen surroundings. I felt a small amount of pride swell, to be able to pick a spot for this spar that the castellan approves of without his input. He was looking forward to this, to learning how to fight and getting stronger. while I wanted protect those I care about, the encounter with the cream male in the valley during the beginning of his ailment had worried me a little and I didn't want to be put in the position again.

My eyes refused to leave Sleekwing, sizing him up as he sized me up. He was more than twice size, and without a doubt has more experience. I was more than a little relived that this was just a spar, and not an actual fight, for if it was injuries I would sustain would be great. Now I was almost glad for delay on this task if I had taken on it a year ago I doubt I would be able to do much more than bite at his ankles. Then Sleekwing stopped, giving roughly five feet between us. "Gladly, just remember you asked for it." I said amusement gleaming in my golden orange eyes. Despite my amused approach, I was serious. I was fervid to move up in rank and help defend the pack, and my family.

There was only a moment of hesitant thought from me before dashing forward keeping myself low to the ground however my attack wouldn't be so head on. I feinted to his left, quickly pivoting aiming to sink my teeth into his shoulder. There was a moment, a small one; in which for a moment my mind replayed the first part of that horrid night, the night in which my parents died. Where dad was distracted by us and then blind sight by his assailant. However I didn’t let the forced memory distract me from my attack, in fact it partially drove me on; I wouldn't ever let that happen again. Back then there was only two choices run away, or stay and get killed; should a similar situation ever present itself I wouldn’t allow myself to be helpless like before.