Redsand Canyon I'm not a Pushover

He grins as he watches her spill and tumble into the stream. Like a good sport, she stands and shakes herself off without so much as a complain. Only a ponder of when their next spar with be. 

He nods to her, impressed. “You did well. Just be ready, I could call on you anytime.” He gives mischievously, his usual smirk on his maw. “I’ll see you then, dear.”

With that he’s padding back off to warriors heart. Not so much as a look backwards towards the white shewolf. It’s all a game that she’s forcing him to play now. Soon enough, they’ll be back to their old ways, but for now, he will only give her the bare minimum.