White Fir Notch Ringside

Private for @Gent
Late morning. Patchy snow.
38*F, 7*C

It was time for a slight shift in gears. Everyone knew it, and Jynx Dirol was no exception. With her Leaders expecting their very first litter, the newly formed pack would need extra protection, come time when the cubs were born. Moraxia had already been injured by the Grizzly bear they had driven away, when claiming their home. And the intruding boar had been a different kind of threat altogether, but was still no less dangerous. Jynx had been well informed of the requirement, that training in the art of mock fighting, was a must, when she had joined Round Stone Crest. If she was to succeed in becoming a hunter, then she had to acquire the skills to appropriately defend herself against prey that would fight back. And, other wolves that the pack would perceive as a threat, which sooner or later, would happen.

The young russet female had never really given any considerable thought to the art of fighting and self defense. By sheer luck, she had so far, had no need to resort to violence or physical force. But it was only a matter of time until that luck would run out, and she did not want to be caught un-prepared. As she stretched, upright off the ground, fore paws raking against the bark of one of the hundreds of trees, her nose crinkled at a thought. Why hadn't her adoptive father and mentor, ever taken the time to teach her? Maybe he had been too old, or too concerned as her survival as a pup, to give it much thought. As she dropped back down, leaving her scent mark deeply etched into the bark of the tree, she shook the thought away. She would never see her teacher again, and there was no winding back time. Instead, she had a just as good, perhaps even better tutor, right here at home.

As she trailed through the thickly spaced fir trees, the heavy white snow that poured down from the sky was a reminder that winter was not over yet. Casting a bland look to the clouds, she prayed that this would be the last snowfall of the season. She wanted to see the land come alive again, full of the greens of life. Her spine and crown dotted with a thin dusting of snow, she made a pass by the communal den, only to find it empty. She moved on for a little bit longer, back into the deep trees. Figuring that she was far enough away not to cause any commotion should a spar ensue, she lifted her head and let out a short, single note for one wolf only. It was time to train.

As Jynx's call filtered through the boughs of the snow dusted trees, Gent did not hesitate to swerve his gait in order to meet it. Already he had come to develope a certain degree of respect for the younger woman, her composure and attitude more advanced than usually good be found in others of her age. She was most definitely proving to be a good find for the pack, and he hoped dearly that she would show herself to be loyal as well. Thus, he would not think twice to put pause on his own work if he was needed; she would not bother him with just any trifling matter, he trusted.

When she came into view, a friendly wuff was issued in lieu of a verbal greeting. His pale eyes swept over the surroundings, seeking information and gleaning little. So they landed inquisitively upon her dial, acknowledging that the answers as to why she had called would have to come from her directly.

"Anything I can help with, Jynx?" he prompted, tail falling into an easy sway behind him. His posture was relaxed, with that jet black eminent crown of his held at its natural height.

Time to get this underway!

The matter for which she now sought out Gent, was indeed, not one to be taken lightly. Shortly after her acceptance into the pack, she had been briefed on the general rules and expectations which applied to all wolves. One of which was ensuring that the fighting skills of all members were up to par. Jynx was certain that either Raela or Gent could have assisted her in the task of refining these skills. But the mammoth male was one which she had spent the least time with of the two so far. Plus, with his larger size dwarfing her more slender frame, she wanted a true challenge.

When her new king came into view, like a blotch of ink against a pristine white landscape, she smiled. Her tail waved leisurely at her heels, mirroring his easygoing nature. "Thank you for coming, Gent." She began warmly, dipping her muzzle in an appreciative gesture. Then her gleaming yellow eyes and smooth facial features hardened some, but not to the point of severity. "I have decided that now would be an appropriate time to train. To test my fighting skills." She took several slow, deliberate steps closer. Closer inspection would reveal that the muscles lining her legs were already beginning to tense. "I want to be prepared to defend my home, my family." She stated, swallowing a small lump in her throat. While she had plenty of wit from her days as a loner, and in the time spent with her adoptive father, she was lacking in any real, true fighting experience. Hence her slight apprehension. The time would inevitably come, at some point, where she would be forced to battle. She could try and avoid it as much as she liked, but there was no escaping that reality. Be it against her own kind, or another predator. Jynx did not like taking chances. Not when it came to what mattered most to her.  

for my own notice: fight request

As always, the young woman was extremely well mannered, and did not disappoint in swiftly offering up what it was she wanted from him. That his subordinates were taking the initiative to seek him out for their testing was highly pleasing to the king. It helped too that she made it clear she wanted this not just for her own safety, but for that of the pack's. This was exactly the kind of wolf they needed within their ranks. Gent's head dipped briefly in acknowledgement of Jynx's words, and a small smile shaped his lips.

"Aren't you just full of wonderful things to say," he commented good naturedly, before shaking out his pelt; loosening his muscles.

"This goes pretty easy. Remember this is defense, not offense. Just don't let me get the better of you."

It was the only instruction that would be given before he threw the heft of his mass forward at the smaller wolf. This first test was always the same, because it worked. Learning to fight and defend oneself was a path that could be likened to a tree, each branch linear before dividing but always supported by the trunk. That's where this had to start, from the ground up; he would not foolishly assume anything of the wolves in his care, for risk of missing something vital.

He dropped his shoulder at the last moment, calculating his momentum to avoid harming the huntress but if she did nothing to protect herself, she would certainly find herself on the ground.