AND AREN'T I A FOOL ☆ training

[wormwood.]

One of Wormwood's better memories of his Father was when Aethelwulf had taught him how to train. Their relationship had always been extremely strained, and rightfully so, but when the older lion had been showing him new moves to use in battle... that had been when they had both been at their happiest. Sure, the training had never been extremely necessary when he had been a cub, since the pride hadn't really had any large enemies that they were frequently battling with, but it had still been in good fun, and had made sure he was safe even when his parents weren't around – not that they had cared very much whether he lived or died. Beyond a couple of scuffles with smaller hyena packs while he had been growing up, Wormwood hadn't really had to train his fighting chops until he had been on the way to Tanglewood in pursuit of his brother. Several rogues had tried to steal prey from him by being sneaky and attacking him when he wasn't looking, but he had always managed to quite easily deal with them, usually choosing to sling them away rather than killing them. There had been a couple, however, who had been looking to turn him into the prey. Those had been the ones that Worm had put his entire fighting prowess into, bloodying his pelt before moving along.

Now, here in Tanglewood, the only time that the hellhound had shown off his fighting skill had been in the fight against the Pitt. Not that he particularly wanted there to be a bunch of violence happening within the territory, but there were several times where he had wished he had been around to enact violence upon those that had stolen away his clanmates. Still, seeing as he couldn't go back in time and prevent anyone from ever being taken – as much as he desperately wished that he could – there was still something that he could do. Instead of using his fighting prowess to watch over every member of Tanglewood 24/7, the canine had chosen to host a little class that would hopefully end up with a few less people being taken away. Sure, not everybody could really take in every bit of information and use it to protect themselves – and he had a distinct size advantage over some members as well – but this could at least make it a little bit harder for them to be taken, and could even end up buying enough time for somebody else to come and be able to help. That way the damn Pitt could go and rot on their own time, without taking any of their members to rot along with them.

When Worm had first begun putting things together for a little training session, Red had noticed and had come over, seemingly excited to do anything that didn't involve being on bedrest. He had even volunteered to be a mock punching bag for the event, but Worm had quickly expressed his concern about – and denied – the idea. So now, even with a sulky gorilla nearby, the hellhound had seemingly finished preparing for the training session, hoping that some of the members he knew not to be well versed in fighting would come by. Such as Moth, or even the younger members like Roy and Torren. Even if they couldn't participate in any sort of spar. That didn't mean the kids couldn't learn techniques that could possibly save their lives later on. Pulling the last of the sacks of hay over that he had chosen to use as punching bags instead of Red, Worm took a deep breath in before calling out from the middle of the town, his tail wagging behind him, "Hey, anybody who wants to learn some techniques to defend themselves, come over here! I'll teach some basic fighting techniques and stuff, and how to get out of certain surprise holds, that way we can have less kidnappings around here... and yes, I realize that if your opponent is something massive like a dragon, it can be difficult to defend yourself, but these are the bare minimum to make sure people stay safe." After all, he was a chaser now. Part of his job was assisting the clan, and keeping everybody safe was assisting, right? He hoped it was, anyways.

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