MEN SHOULD KEEP THEIR WORD . . .

The male had hoped to have a larger crowd appear when he called to hold a training session. But many of the wolves within the pack were full fledged adults who did not need any help with their fighting skills. Perhaps that was why. But regardless it didn’t matter, one had appeared and that was enough to hold a true training session. It was just going to be more personal. He could help hone this femme’s skills by working one on one with her. Maybe this was the better way to do things. Grey Wind turned his full attention to Lyudmila, waiting for her to speak, to tell him what she knew or what she wanted to work on. He would be able to cater this lesson to whatever she wanted. The perks of it being a one on one session. It had been a while since he had done anything formal like this for the pack. And it felt good to be giving something back again and to try and contribute. Sure he could raise a family and hunt. But he had quickly learned he was no leader when he had temporarily been an alpha all that time ago. He had hated it, even though it was originally what he had been raised to do. Here he felt more like himself. In a position where he could use his skills to help the pack but also when his true leader was around. Everything was falling back into place again.

The scaled warrior’s attention was turned back to the femme as she began to stumble out some speech. He could tell right away that she was trying to figure out the right way to answer his question. He didn’t care if she didn’t know how to fight. Sure she could have been getting lessons as early as puphood, but if she had not then that was not her fault. If she had not been taught then she had not ben taught, and it was as simple as that. But after muttering a bit, Lyudmila spit out an answer. That she was good at hunting. That was a fine start. Those actions needed for stalking and hunting could be turned to fighting and defensive stance. She might be able to pick it up quickly too. The younger femme’s demeanor changed, and she flinched from some unknown memory he assumed. His scaled head cocked to the side, waiting to see if she would speak more or if she was ready to begin. When she did not speak again, he took on a defensive stance and told her to go on with her best moves, wanting to see her in action and not just talk.

And then the masked femme made her move, although clumsy it was a bold move nonetheless. She flung herself at him, teeth and claws ready. The brute let her hit him full force, his form being knocked to the ground under her flailing limbs. A grunt escaped him as the wind was knocked out of him for a moment. But instantly his instincts kicked in and his larger form tried to turn the tables on her. He didn’t just want to try and take over entirely, wanting to give her a chance to move and react as if they were equally matched. But she also would not learn if he just let her win over and over again. So giving her the first hit was fine, but she would not get another freebie so easily. His muscular limbs attempted to push her off of him, hoping to flip her from being on top of him and the dominator to on her back where he could flip the scene. If he was successful, he would turn them around entirely so that his front limbs were on her shoulders with her on her back in the most vulnerable position. If his motions worked, then he would see if she had defenses to this before trying to put his teeth at her throat, for what would be a killing blow should they actually be in a war. Grey Wind wanted to gauge how she reacted to danger. Did she panic and cry and beg? Did she fight back with all her strength and find a way out? Or did she just give up and become limp under him?

Table and picture credit to Xathira! <3