Hideaway Strath To fight this thing until we've won

The Grandmaster has his head bowed and he laps up the fresh water of the river that runs perfectly through their territory. It’s so refreshing, especially with the weather finally beginning to warm. The harsh winter slowly but surely falling away to spring and then hopefully to summer. 

When a howl echoes into his ears he shifts his ears and moves his head up, running a black tongue over his whispered lips he smiles. Nyra wants a spar again it seems. Or so he assumes. Despite her growing belly, she’s still to eager to train and he feels his heart swell for her at that. 

He doesn’t take long to answer her beckoning and the second he meets her he can see the evil gleam in her eyes. She doesn’t give him time to react before she’s pouncing at him. Her teeth meet his shoulder and he grins. Curling in on himself to snap his own teeth at her hocks defensively. He likes the wag of her tail and he finds his own wagging back. Their spars are always fun.