Frostfire Ridge when my blood heats up

A random warrior thread appears! This can be a spar or a "lesson" (for Tezca is always willing to learn). If it ends up becoming a spar I am more than willing to do a dice roll to pre-determine the winner! :-) weird post is weird >__> <___<

With his morning patrol ran and the caches checked and re-stocked where necessary, Tezcacoatl found himself unsure of what to do with himself. He had thought about returning to the bone he'd buried when the newcomer, Mint, had been at the borders, called to them by Nochtli and then had forgotten about, but it had likely already been stolen by another predator, or the soft pile of earth he'd heaped over the hole and called it 'cover' had been trampled down. The serpent king was sure there was a billion things that he could have been doing but knew that unless he was called to leader duties — attending to strangers at the borders, mostly — he knew it wasn't, at the moment, what he yearned for. Though his duties as king were without a doubt the most important he had (at the moment), he was not shackled down, and knew that in order to demand the warrior trade of his subordinates that he needed to conform to his own command; after all he was as he said to Spartacus: he would not ask anything of his wolves that he was not willing to do himself; though of that there was one exception. He did not need permission to breed and thus would not step into the pits to prove his prowess; after all it would be his offspring that would hold the importance as his heirs. While it sounded cruel to what remained of Tezcacoatl's more docile side (clearly not the side that had threatened to kill both Gunnar and Adlartok — both children at the time) it was only natural order. Most Alpha pairs didn't allow their subordinates to breed at all, finding it entirely unnecessary, and in a way the Amazon Rekkr found that he agreed; but he was not so cruel, so long as his own children would not be put in jeopardy.

The warrior thing, however, he could do; had been doing long before he'd even lost his memory. He had taken what he'd been taught from Quetzalcoatl in the Rise to Tartok where he had learned more, and from there despite what his mind did not remember his body did: Ragnar had added his own knowledge to what already subconsciously existed, taking a much more gruesome and barbaric approach to Tezcacoatl's preexisting fighting skills and here he would learn more from the Amazon's and whatever his subordinates had to teach him. Though Tezcacoatl was weary by nature of the Amazon's, he knew he had their loyalty through his mother; and Tuwawi he trusted to be loyal to him for he had known her for a while, but the others that had come, and were to come, there was nothing binding their loyalty to him, and until they proved they could have it and not abuse it he did not trust them. 

As he was shortly before he'd make the journey to end Ragnar's life, Tezcacoatl was restless, pacing with the coiled tension like a caged lion. He wanted a good spar, he wanted to learn, to push himself to his physical limits and better himself as the Rekkr he was called.