The lad was determined to prove he was not a waste of space.
He wanted to prove that he was not some ass leeching off of Rusalka's hard work and resources until he'd healed and was sure with a spar and valuable training without busting his ass - or wounds.

He prowled the lands, looking for some small prey to catch and a teacher other than Tundra. She'd mentioned a man with a burned face, Rosecat or something.
Rowan wasn't good with names.
He hoped he could learn to be better and push himself with a new sparring partner. 

He quickly marked his scent, small and almost insignificant in the more potent scents of those above him. It wasn't the border but seemed like an often marked mound on the moor.

His lifted his head after sniffing around for a few moments, spotting just the man he wanted.
His tail wagged in greeting as he called out a simple, "Hey!" To stop the man and hopefully bring him into his bubble.
He really wanted to spar and this guy looked sick, but so did Aningan so he'd probably have to spar with the polar bear too.

Stone, his crow, flitted off away from his as he approached Rosencrantz.

Well, he certainly was not a ray of sunshine.
But Tundra spoke highly of him so he just tilted his head as if to say 'That's it?'

But before the charred man could reply with what Rowan would expect would be a "What?" he spoke.
"I wanna learn how to fight better." His tail wagged with enthusiasm.
Surely it wouldn't take too much of this man's day to teach him a few tricks which could save his life.

"Can you teach me some things? You look like you know a lot," a little compliment did everything to boost a mans pride. He knew the facial scarring wasn't a result of fighting but still, it added to the man's demeanor.

Had he pissed him off? Was he already pissed? Or was that just how his mug sat?
Rowan didn't think he'd ever know, but it was whatever, he agreed to teach him which was enough for the young boy.

He stood like an exhaled body. Was this a trick?
Rowan lowered his head, pulling some distance from the man and started to rove around him to the right, where he didn't have an eye, tail lashing slightly.
What was he going to do? Did he expect to be attacked first?
In a moment's notice, Rowan dove in as quick as he could for the back leg, hoping to snatch it out from under the man.

The boy was frustrated, yes.
But he was inexperienced and he knew it. He'd gotten lucky on the occasions he'd fought only aided by the skills he'd been taught.
He drew himself further from the man, listening to his wise words.

"Fighting with one eye is wicked," he grinned, bringing himself back into the man's view. Rowan made the note that those with disabilities likely had learned how to live with it.
But if it's new, he'd have more of a chance.

He needed to think, use the noggin on his shoulders, and develop his teachings.
Fighting head-on, he'd usually try pushing his opponent back until they made a mistake, then took advantage of it.
That woman had attacked head-on. She went for his neck, like hella fast.
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Rowan swayed on his feet a little, looking, then charged for the man, throwing up his paws into his face, and then aimed to dive down - if the man hadn't already batted him to the ground - and nip at his neck.

His paw was caught in the mans gaping jaw, making the rest of his attack fall short and yoinked him back to where his leg was held.
His brows furrowed, almost unable to stand on his other foreleg.

He pulled, and his leg was given back without another quarrel.
So, perhaps paws wouldn't faze one that had enough experience.
It would certainly baffle him.
Pupping ways of fighting didn't do too well here.

He withdrew again, thinking more.
What would Tundra do?
Well, he didn't know. He didn't know enough of what Tundra would do to apply it here.

"Give me a pointer," he asked. He was far more inexperienced and could do with a little help. Something to practice. 

Use your..disadvantages to your advantages?
His brows furrowed and he thought hard, looking at the marred side of his face.
How?

His tail waved slowly, mulling over his words. He wouldn't find shame in it, he'd not been taught it was a failure. Probably a good thing really.
Ah, he'd figured it out. His disadvantage baited wolves like him into attacking there, and earning him an easy win.
Though Rowan didn't think he had any attributes like that.

But Rose was right, he would not win in brute strength. So he'd have to think hard.
Plan his attacks.
He stalked around the man, knowing he'd track him to prevent a blind attack on his behind. 
The woman was more experienced than he was, that's why his attack wasn't successful here.
She got low to drive up into his neck.
But he'd blocked that attack well.

Rowan had made up his mind. He could do this.
He drove at the man again, this time moving quickly to try and drive under Rose, like he did with that coyote once, and snapped at his belly, hoping to land a little hit.

The slow pace of the spar was helpful.
It was like how Tundra taught him, and this development would make him into a more pragmatic rather than frantic fighter.

His nip seemed to be well placed enough to earn him that small amount of praise.
He had no idea what the - uh, axellah? - was. He'd ask Tundra.
He nodded in confidence. These would be where he had to attack first then. Maybe.
The woman went straight for his throat, but she knew he was inexperienced.

His tail waved softly. But didn't realised that his eye would've been a good target.
"Ah, ok." 
It seemed to make sense now. And the eyes would be harmful anyway. A disability was a weakness he could attack again.

He tried not to be dejected about the man's departure, but he'd learned a lot for today and he really did have to practice.
The man also seemed more accepting of him now than he was before, and that was enough for Rowan.

"Goodbye!" he called out, grinning and tail wagging as Rose left, and Rowan went on to hunt.