Swiftcurrent Creek Sting like a bee

Jace smiled on a pant, he had won ,but only barely it had been merely luck of that he was certain. The older male was full of piss and vinegar and he had to admire that about him. Thank you though I atribute most of it to luck. He smiled again finding that he was gleeful almost. He had proven that he could take on another head on to the male, whose respect he dearly wanted, why he wasn't sure, but of all the wolves in the pack he wanted to prove himself to Njal the most. he supposed he should try and prove himself to Fox more than the warden but well it just was what it was.

Realizing that it had been some time since he had sparred he was tired more tired than he knew he would be. Shaking the wet grass from his broad shoulders he sat down panting softly. Where did you learn your skills? You are very good.