Two Rivers Isle Tag, you're it

As she began to speak again he listened intently, ears perking as the pale vixen touched upon the scout trade. Confidence surged though him as she approved of his desicion, banishing his nervousness for the time being as she went on to expand his second choice. He dipped his head in agreement, knowing that it would take a lot of time and effort to earn his title. Though it was probably a lot more satisfying to bear the scars of battle, he couldn't help but be drawn more towards the freedom of being a scout, the ability to play a role in pack life yet still being able to roam to quell his natural curiosity. His small framework also lead his thoughts to a down spiral of uncertainty but perhapse the training Aeronwyn was about to give him would help reduce those concerns.

He watched in silence as she padded off a little way and flicked her tail, expecting him to do the same. He tilted his head for a moment before rising to his paws and mirroring her actions, letting his muscles relax as he positioned his paws in a squarish stance. A moment of silence passed between the two before Aeronwyn uttered a single word and he nodded, knowing what he had to do yet quite unsure how he was going to go about doing it. Nevertheless, he held his tail high as her pale figure began to encircle him.

It didn't take long before she made her move; a streak of white as she aimed for his shoulder. Much like their spar the day before, Shink lunged towards her muzzle as it neared his flank, attempting to parry her action and clamp his teeth over her mouth before it hit home. At the same time, he manoeuvred his paws so that his neck was no longer in full view; a mistake he had learned not to make again.