Patience was a virtue. All creatures needed to learn this painstaking lesson. It was true that she had taken awhile to begin Cuirass training, but he needed to grow in size and mind. It would be quite unethical if she took him during the summer months to spar with the animal she had in mind. She also wanted to pick out the proper opponent. Some Alphas may not care about their members. Some Alphas cared more about quantity than quality. Yet she wanted to be involved in however she could to help the members within her pack. She did not want to dictate and push them around – but she did want to help them achieve their potential. Within her pack she was not given the time of day by anyone, but when she observed how her Father treated others she noted it was his ambition to help each member within their pack. She was glad to see that already that those within her pack were willing to make something of themselves, an opportunity to become something. She was glad to provide them that access to achieve what they wanted.

Seeing the always ambitious yearling caused her to swell with pride, but she didn’t show it. Rather she remained apathetic. Quietly they would walk together her good ear flickering back and forth to listen to him should he have questions. Questions weren’t necessarily a bad thing, but she hoped he wouldn’t ask stupid ones. Though when he remained silent she was puzzled, but she didn’t speak on it. Rather she would just let him be as she searched for his first opponent. His remark on her promise that he wouldn’t die today caused her to frown slightly. She didn’t mind bravery, but she would have appreciated if he had some sort of concern. Being a warrior didn’t mean you had to be completely fearless and courageous, a good warrior was allowed to have some sort of apprehension. Silently she watches him go up the hill and in-between the rocks to face the tawny wildcat. A soft growl rumbled within the back of her throat as she watched him begin the engagement. Although he was doing what he could to take the beast out he was forgetting the entire point of the lesson all together. Raising her head up she would bark out her command to the boy as he continued his tussle partly a warning and partly a reminder.

“Your job isn’t to kill it, your job is to spar.”

It is when the mountain lion begins to snag his scruff does the obsidian she-wolf race up the hill maneuvering herself behind the cat. Leaping herself on top of one of the jagged rocks that protruded from the side of the hill and she would stand as she observed. He is down and yet he is still trying to get himself out from underneath the cat. He manages to swing himself above her, but she is still attacking his underbelly, her claws surely long enough to do severe damage to his weak point, yet he manages to get off her. Shaking her ebony skull a ferocious sounding snarl was released as she leaps down and snaps at the cats’ hindquarters. She would move herself from one side to the other, walking backwards as her eyes remained focus on the mountain lion. The mountain lion would follow, but her movements were slow as she tried to calculate just how Tick Tock would move, trying to mimic the wolf’s direction. With the mountain lion focusing on her she would bark out her lesson to Cuirass hoping he would understand.

“You need to breathe and actually focus on your actions. If you are going to go into every fight without thinking two steps ahead of your opponent you’re going to end up dead. Think about her actions Is there anything she does that you think would be worth mimicking? Use your head Cuirass.”

Turning her head she would notice a cluster of rocks that would lead her down the hill and back towards the yearling. With a quick leap she would run across the tops of the rocks, one ear turned back to listen to the scrapes of the cat’s claws as she followed, the yowls completely ignored. She would manage to run right past Cuirass, giving him the cat. He needed to learn how the cat moved and see if he could mimic the cat’s movement and develop the cats’ skills quickly before it would be taken out. Tick Tock would turn around and stay standing on one of the flat rocks, looking up the hill to see her student and cat.