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"Cool," she said with an appreciative grin. It would be hard, and she was sure to endure many bumps and bruises in learning to fight defensively. It was unlikely she would ever really excel at it the way that her father, Peregrine, did. One didn't have to be a large wolf to be an effective fighter, but with it having never interested her and having put almost no practice in during her formative year, there was a lot of work to be done before she was even capable of calling herself a good Warden.

"Maybe we can start in the morning?" she suggested, partly because she was afraid of starting now without any time to prepare herself and partly because he looked like he could use a little rest as well. Their spars would never be to harm, but there would have to be meaning behind each move they made. If there wasn't, then there was no point. They would need to cause bruises or the actions wouldn't ever be heartfelt enough to fend off a real threat. There was no saying how long it would take each of them to become professionals. They would make a very capable team, though, that much she knew. A Warrior was designed to go in fighting, to infiltrate the ranks of defensive wolves and cut them down. A Warden was designed to fend off the front line. They were perfect partners for their respective trades.