Northstar Vale good morning, look at the sun

Goldhawk mentioned sparring with Eshe – something Scimitar appreciated in the sense that he hoped all of his pack mates would not only feel comfortable doing so with one another, but would do so to become prepared for whatever might come their way. And yet the method was certainly one he was not unfamiliar with, and as the tawny” wolf questioned whether or not Scimitar had partaken a good old spar with a tree, the regal gave a soft shake of his muzzle. “No, I don’t believe I have,” he murmured, amusement hinting in his tone.
 
“And how did she do with that?” With the question in the air, the Alpha gave a nod to Goldhawk, his own form lifting before stretching, a quiet indication that they should continue on their way, as they still had quite a bit of ground to cover.