Moonspear the stones marked an old tongue and it was called eternity

Diaspora wasn't a name that came familiar to Nikai, but he nodded as he committed it to memory. He was curious to figure out how she'd ended up here, but maybe it was more important to focus on the tasks first. He could tell that she wasn't too happy that he wasn't going to spar, but he hoped he could help her anyway, and he noted the curiosity she showed when asking about coaching. A coach helps others, often young wolves of the pack like yourself, by teaching them things. Nikai smiled as he patiently explained. We also try to keep pack morale high. Which honestly, he hadn't managed a whole lot here at Moonspear yet but it was mostly because it was such a new, familial pack to him, and with the timing of his and Alya's appearance here it was no surprise that pack morale hadn't been great. It was better now though, he could tell, and he hoped to integrate himself a bit better so he could fulfil that part of his job package too.

Is there anything in particular you've struggled with when it comes to sparring? Anything you're focussing on right now? Talking could help and maybe he could help with a bit of technique or ideas if there were any things she struggled with. Then curiosity took over and he couldn't help but also ask -- How'd you end up here, if you were born in another pack? Had her parents moved here, too? He didn't dare ask, afraid that the answer might be negative. He wasn't sure he would've liked a question like that at that age for himself and Keoni...