Two Rivers Isle Pity Party

As Aeronwyn retreated, he drew in a shaky breath and rose to his paws, offering her a nod of gratitude as he settled himself in a more comfortable position, curling his tail over his hind paw as he did so. He was relieved the bloodlust hadn't saught it's way into his actions during the spar, perhaps he was beginning to control the urge to kill yet he was still young and had a lot to learn. His respiration was growing more even now, stabilising itself with regular intervals and he was no longer panting. Though he had more or less recovered in the short space of time the white wraith had given him, he could feel his muscles ache beneath his agouti pelt.

With his eyes still bright and full of admiration, he allowed himself to listen to her words, keeping him thoughts clear so as to not distract himself. "Thank you, Aeronwyn," he responded to her tips. Perhaps he could seek out the dark boy, Issun his name was, and offer him a spar; see if he could improve after his failed attempts. Though before he did that, he would want to hone in his skills and practice with Aeronwyn seeing as though he could learn a trick or two from her impressive performance. "I think I'd like that," he voiced, pushing his body up into a sitting position. "I certainly admire your skills and would love for you to teach me what you know."