Bearclaw Valley You’re so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need

Spar event!
Feel free to post one reply to this thread, and then start a new one where your spar takes place <3

@Ancelin @Cole @Arnarkla @Milan @Adalynn

Safely returned to the Valley and with the borders thoroughly marked, Ameline decided that it was time for a little bit of an ice-breaker; she considered it to be a pack bonding event, and one that would help sharpen their skills, too. 

Don’t think of it ath a fight, She said. Thith ith an ek-ther-thithe. We’re workin’ togethuh to build our thtrength an’ thinthe thith ith the firth one, I want no blood thpilled. The objective is to get your opponent on the ground an’ held down fuh three count-th. She explained, once they had all gathered. Anthuhlin an’ Cole, She announced, gesturing for them to face off to her right, Adalynn an’ Milana, She gestured to her left. Athalia, Avalita, Athella and Andrelia would be partnered off as well. That leaveth you an’ me, Arnarkla, She said with a grin. 


Be fair, She coached, before she grinned, cracked her neck and approached her sparring partner with a grin.

Milan had never been one for sparring. In her birth pack she had not been allowed, and she simply was not very good at it. As Ameline named off her partner, she saw that it was a young girl - not a rowdy yearling or a prideful adult. A puppy she could handle - there was no pressure for her to win, only to teach.

Pushing to her paws she began her approach of the dark-coated girl.

Cole’s gaze shifted confidently toward Ancelin as Ameline called out his name, a spark of excitement lighting in his eyes. This kind of challenge was right up his alley, and he took his place without hesitation, muscles steady and ready. He gave Ancelin a nod, a faint grin tugging at his lips as he sized up his opponent.

He felt a thrill at the chance to test his skills, his stance firm and focused. With a glint of anticipation in his gaze, he prepared himself, eager to see just how this would play out.

When her name was called, Arnarkla emerged from where she had sat amongst the outskirts of the collected group. She approached Ameline, left a fair amount of distance between them. Her umbral coat was given a simple shake as of dusting off cobwebs, and then she squared her stance. 

A nod was given to Ameline. It seemed only fair for the leader to make the first move.

a spar.
indigo eyes approved, though ancelin understood that his own participation in the activity was also a reflection of his skill as a leader.
cole was given a wry tilt of his lips, a readiness blooming on ancelin's scarred face. whatever happened, it was sure to be a grand time either way.
fighting warmed the blood.