Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

The ginger furred boy sent a nod and a gentle smile to each individual who joined the gathered bunch, feeling excitement creep up and make his paws shuffle occasionally in the snow as he wondered what this was all about. After the last few began to arrive, Pema spoke up, and Kieran's ears perked forward eagerly to listen.

It was certainly a good idea for this, he realised, as Pema began her explanation - as a hunting pack, they were not strong on fighters. Though he himself was not big on the idea of fighting, he knew it was necessary at least to have some basic skills to ensure if the need was to arise, he could help defend Morningside. Besides, perhaps it would do him some good to try out something that was not hunting - most of his time was, indeed, spent hunting. 

When the details of the event had been given, Pema began organising who would spar with who first and he gave a little grin as she paired him with her. It would be good to do something with her, for they had not spoken much recently unless hunting - a spar would be interesting. As the wolfess approached, he padded forward too and greeted her with a chuff and a wag of his tail. "I'm not the best at fighting but I guess that's the point of this," He giggled. "Let's give this a try." And then he crouched into a fighting stance, preparing to try and defend against any move Pema might make - allowing her to try make the first move.