Noss watched impassively as the younger wolf twirled the long stick, getting a feel for it. While unintentional, Noss was at least happy to have some sort of sparring partner. And on the other hand, drilling the kid might relieve some of his stress from boredom. Yeah; he and Strel needed a day of no work (or, in Noss's case, a day of major activity). Noss let his own smirk quirk on his face as he noticed the kid get a little too comfortable in the situation. Well, Noss would certainly drill him hard. If he was still smiling after that, it would be a miracle. "Not a lot of maple where I come from; wouldn't know. Now, defend yourself." Without much preamble, Noss shifted back into his sparring stance, pole held out at a good distance, and with a rare mercy gave Viggo time to do the same. After all, attacking the kid straight would just be plain unsportsmanlike. After Viggo was given his moment, Noss swung the stick to Viggo's left side, hard enough to smart, but certainly restrained so that it wouldn't hurt the kid. It wouldn't do to injure his sparring partner, much less his pack mate, now would it? He followed up with a similar attack to the right, very quickly in succession and just as restrained. Noss wanted to test Viggo--see where he was in fighting. Although, in all honesty, the grey warrior wasn't expecting much. Of course, after the run-in at Dahlia, he was far more wary of 'pups' these days. Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks. |
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