Wolf RPG

The youth decided to wander from home yet again.
She knew she was getting bigger, stronger...
But she felt she had yet to be where she wanted to be, like progress wasn't being made...

Sovereign let out a frustrated growl and shook her head sharply, trying to keep somewhat optimistic about her future as a warrior of any sort.
It would all be worth it...
It will all be worth it.

The girl huffed softly and continued on her way, eyes and ears alert for any signs of movement through the terrain.

Artok was not often in the pack lands. It was a bit of a balm to his spirit to walk out and about in the area. He had been a loner for a long time, and sometimes he just needed the silence, the solitude.

It was on one such excursion that he came across the child, whose scent was prominent in the pack lands. Who belonged to the war chief. Though he'd never met her.

He let out a slight chuff and stood, waiting. Watching. not sure how this meeting would go. And well truth be told, he wasn't a fan of children, but she was old enough surely he could handle her.

Sovereign heard the chuff and looked to the Blade standing some distance away.
Waving her tail a few times, the Private would approach Adlartok with a prowl ominously similar to her mother's - predatory.

Granted, the child didn't look nearly as intimidating as Fury did. 
Not yet at least.

Sovereign would look at the older man and ask with ambition in her fiery hues:
"Can we spar?" 

The girl moved like her mother. Savage and aggressive. Made him think of the war chief immediately. The girl seemed that she would take her mother's place someday. He hoped he was still around to see it, but the way the cold was settling in his bones lately, he wasn't so certain.

She approached him with fire in her eyes. A passion for something, that he could give. So he nodded.

Gladly. Would you like to be the aggressor or the defensive?

Sovereign smiled as Adlartok accepted her request. 
When he asked what her desired stance was, she piped up "I'll take the offensive." With confidence in her tones, the youth would trot a length or two away and turn to face the Blade, taking a readied stance. 

She would wait for his returned gesture to make her move.

Adlartok moved into a defensive position. one that he had adopted over the years for the limp in his leg. Not that it hurt as much, it was just pulled to tightly to handle full range of motion, so he had to compensate. If the girl was smart she'd notice and fix accordingly.

He was happy to oblige, keen eyes taking her in as he noticed how she was standing and what position to hold.

Sovereign noticed how ADlartok held himself, which didn't look quite like any stances she'd seen before.

Catching this, the youth adjusted herself accordingly, unknowing to Adlartok's hope of the matter, before she rushed forward, aiming for roughly around his non-injured shoulder with her own, hoping to maybe catch him hard enough to daze.

Much to his disappointment, she didn't go for the weaker side, but well she was young and she was learning, and the blow she had landed, still knocked him back a good bit.

It didn't necessarily daze as in his mindset, but it did force him to shift his weight and cant to the side, when he couldn't quite catch himself with his weak limb. So in a way, what she had done worked for her.

He quickly shifted body and aimed a snap at the side that had rushed him, and threw out his paw to aim at her front foreleg, a swipe to knock her down. Though he longed to push back into her space, he was defensive, that meant he was merely to defend himself.

 

The girl succeeded in sending him stumbling, but the Blade knew his body better than she did, and therefore especially with potential eperience, faster.
As he snapped for her side she felt his teeth graze into her flesh, drawing some blood as at the same time his foreleg came to unbalance her.

Sovereign yipped sharply at the pain, not yet accustomed to it as her mother was - and aimed her teeth for Adlartok's shoulder just as her leg came out from under her, sending her sprawling to the earth with a dull thud.

Teeth met shoulder and for not the first time and most like not the last. HE felt the tearing of skin and fur. A sharp intake of breath, came out on an exhale and he retreated as she fell to the ground.

He was defensive, not offense. So with narrowed eyes, he circled the girl. A snarl in his throat, golden eyes upon her. Waiting. Watching.

When she did deign to attack again. He was banking on the brashness of youth. That she would go head on, he would aim a bite at her with large paw swipe.

 

The princess indeed aimed again with brashness.
As she lunged upward at him, it was timed wrong, and she ended up catching his paw straight to the face, but she bit at the appendage nonetheless even as her bulk went sprawling a second time. 

Frustration seared in her breast as she bared her teeth with a low growl, pushing herself to her paws and mirroring Adlartok's circling movements with her own predatory prowl

 

The sharp pinprick of pain made him grimace and blood welled from the grazed cuts on his footpaw. Each lung he met with teeth and claws. Guarding his weaker side, and his vital organs.

Every Paw step, every movement, he mirrored an countered if he could. She had youth on her side, and she didn't tire as easy as he. Apparent by the lag that had begun in his movements. Though he kept doggedly on.

Sovereign was growing irritable and desperate. 
This much was obvious in the glower of her amber gaze, the guttural growl in her chest.

In a last-ditch effort, she lunged for Adlartok's injured leg, but tripped on a small rise of tree root hidden under the foliage and ended up nearly face-planting as she went, leaving the elder ample time to get the better of her, and her lack of training so far. 

Artok didn't laugh. He dearly wanted to, but he didn't. He moved forward and landed a paw on the girls back between the juncture of her shoulders and spine.

Do you want to talk about what went wrong Pincess?

He didn't expect her to say yes. He expected her to leap up and leave in anger, but she may surprise him yet.

 

Sovereign grumbled with hurt pride and ego both as Adlartok pinned her with a firm paw.
To his words, surprisingly, she offered a low whine and mumbled "Could we? I want to be good at this, like...like my mom..." Sovereign's tone would elude to disappointment in herself, the slow deflation of her determination to be as great as Fury was, if not more so. 

Such was the hardship of being so young. 
But she would grow into herself, even if she didn't think so right now.

 

Artok was a bit surprised, but he nodded. They could go over it, but first healing.

We will, but first go see one of the medics if you have any open wounds and drink some water. Now go on, no arguments. I'll meet you a little later. I promise.

He would watch her leave and then get someone to tend his and then he'd find the girl again.

Sovereign nodded as Adlartok agreed to talk with her about it.
As he let her up, the girl rose and shook out her fur before giving Addy a grateful, brief lick to the cheek as if saying 'thank's papa'  before the Private turned and trotted back towards the Strath