Blackfeather Woods And burn the gloomy world to ashes

Akela lifted an eyebrow.  The pup was slow, focused, but slow. He could have taken his paw away, but he wanted to see how far and how long it would take him to do whatever he had in mind to do. He looked down at him, the teeth around his paw barely making him feel any pain. But then again, that paw had been caught in a trap , nothing could compare to that sort of pain.  He bend down and bit the youngster on the top of his neck , not hard, enough to teach him that he had , with his attack made himself vulnerable. "And you're dead" he pointed out once he let go.  He took a step back.  "To be a good fighter does not mean you have to attack frontal and forget all about your defense, you'll die before reaching your first year with such a behavior" he pointed out.  "Again ... I'm going to move around, do a defensive job, while you work on your speed by following and trying to get me again.  Understood ? Good.  Go"