The Tears of the Past

It had only been a few days since his sparring lesson with his alpha female. He had learned a lot since that time. He remembered he needed to be fast and cunning, striking opponents before they knew he was coming. He had to attack first and be quick about it. His size was average but his speed is what set him up to be a good fighter. He needed more practice and that was obvious.

Ayvo spent most of his time hunting, building up his stamina again. A few times during the week he'd spend his days chasing rabbits around trying to get faster, learning to change his path on a moments notice, being quick and agile. He moved on to deer recently. He would chase around deer that were healthy with no intent of catching them. Only trying to keep up with them. He would still hunt for the pack, but only after his speed training was fully competed for the day. Ayvo layed down outside of his den and chewed on the bones of a hare he had eaten earlier in the day. The pines were the only obvious companion that surrounded the pale male.