Ravensblood Forest ""Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.""

His tangent had him thinking. They'd never really discussed among themselves their strengths and weaknesses. It would become increasingly important to understand one another's combat styles as their pack grew.

Avery looked once more to the man at his side. "Would you be interested in sparring? I'm sure we have different techniques, it could be helpful in coordinating. As an after thought he added, "Preferably minimal blood drawn of course." Avery smirked bitterly. The spars he had grown up with had been all out war. Avery had a fair share of blood on his paws, but he felt he never truly learned how to fight. The techniques Avery had learned throughout his life had been all about survival. Kill or be killed.