Moonspear Lick My Wounds

Anyone willing to spar/teach him about fighting. @Charon perhaps, or @Dash?

Harley had left the fight beaten-even if just- and grumbling to himself at the loss. So, so close had his teeth come to victory! A newfound urge to learn how to better fight like that overwhelmed him, but he wasn't in any shape to fight right now. Both shoulders were tattered and matted with blood, and the wolfdog left them a good while as he wandered closer to the top of the mountain. 
He eventually found a sheltered nook wedged between a bunch of stones, laying in the entrance to sprawl out and lick his wounds. This was AWFUL, the sting of defeat. Next time, he would win. Next time, he would be faster and stronger, more resilient. How would one do such things without practice? The wolfdog didn't want to go around fighting those of Moonspear though, not for real. Would he have to travel from his home to seek the knowledge he craved?