Ivan
Roger flies, and Whinny pins him to the ground with a growl. It was over. She'd won.
It seemed that the pack didn't slack off while I was gone. That was good since, in the past, they had, and it showed.
I think they'd pushed themselves so they could impress Nefera when I brought her home.
Our training arena wasn't far from The packhouse. But, as the city grew, we'd made it a point to move with it. The heart of my territory is as far from the local humans as possible. That meant we had the privacy to do what we needed.
I need to give Nefera a better territory tour in the following weeks. That way, she could see what was ours and what wasn't.
The arena was about the size of a high school football field. Large enough to comfortably train fifty or even seventy werewolves at a time. That still meant we split the sessions. Having the pups come before school and early in the afternoon, leaving the rest of the day for the fully trained warriors.
