Sure, maybe it's a little unorthodox to give a yearling wolf a freaking cougar to fight with but you don't hear me complaining. If she thinks I can handle sparring with a mountain lion, than I can handle sparring with a mountain lion. I'm too proud to admit I can't do it and I'm too fearless to say I won't. I know that being a warrior isn't about how much muscle you have or how big you are. I know that I'm going to have both of those but I also want to have the brains to outsmart my enemies. My mother is a silvertongue, able to coerce someone into just about anything. My father is smooth as well and he lures with charm as much as words. They know how to outsmart their prey and some day, I will too. I like the idea of watching this mountain lion and learning from it. I just think maybe I could learn more from the side lines instead of as the attacks are coming at my face.
I know that she has faith in me to stay alive during this but sometimes I do have my doubts. I do wonder why she jumped in to have the cougar chase it. It's like she thought I needed a break to clear my head or something before trying again. Maybe I did but I'm still a snobby nosed kid and I don't like my decisions being taken away from me. I don't really understand the in's and out's of what I'm supposed to be doing besides fighting. A fight means you should aim to win right? At least that's what I've always thought. At her sharp words, my ears fold back and I huff. So now she wants me to win? She's so confusing! I wait for the cat to lunge again then as it moves back, I lunge in, grabbing the cat's ear but this time, I jerk downward to pull it to the ground, As it sweeps a paw up to club me in the head, I release and dart back, only to barrel straight into it while it's trying to right itself. The cat goes over with a yowl and I rush in, doing the same in and out routine it once used on me. It still has its weapons so each time it sweeps paws at me, I dart back, only to come in snapping to keep it distracted.
I'm not quite sure I could realistically kill this cat without taking further injury so I'm banking on antagonizing it enough to make it run instead. Maybe this will disappoint the alpha but I'm not really looking to lose an eye or a leg in a spar. When or if that happens, I want it to count. I keep up the in and out maneuvers, listening to the cat hiss and swipe at me again and again, growing more and more frustrated each time it misses. Finally the cat rolls to its feet and turns tail. I even add further insult by lunging in to bite it's tail and with another yowl, the cat takes off in a bolt. I stop and huff again in satisfaction, watching as it disappears until I turn back to the alpha and take a seat, licking at the dried blood in my coat. "So...constructive criticism?"
Cuirass_male_one year_38in_150#_no mate_no children_brother to Kronos_Eric x Seline_Asteraia
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