Sun Mote Copse A concatenation of locusts

She didn't look too keen, but she didn't refuse the invitation. She also didn't seem too sure about sparring, and asked if they really had to do it now- so Bronco decided to try and make things easier- if that was even a possibility. "Well, yeah, if you want?" He asked. Exactly how much had she been trained, he wondered? And exactly how tough should he go on her? His own mother was ruthless with him when they sparred- she wanted him to experience pain, fear and anger so that he could defend himself properly in a real fight, rather than just sparring with nothing to lose. 

"Here," He said, straightening up a bit. "Would it help if I like...Made noise the whole time? Like...I dunno, I could growl the whole time, so you could hear where I am?" The offer was honest and well-intended, but probably unnecessary. Though Bronco was a decent fighter, he was still a very heavy breather, and was not light on his feet. Even a blind wolf with some hearing loss would be able to hear him.