Riverstar training Galepaw

Flicking a disapproving gaze at the young wolf's groan, Riverstar chose to say nothing this time. The pup would learn that being a warrior was more than knowing how to fight. He needed patience and steadiness before he could go much further. Turning his head sharply when the black pup came bounding out, he was impressed at her skill at such a young age. Figuring that it wouldn't hurt for Galepaw to be bowled over and knocked down a few pegs, the red male didn't bother moving from where he was lying in the sun, watching the pair. Nudging the spotted pup when he came over to sit beside him, the leader frowned slightly. “Don't disregard something simply because you don't understand what it is,” he scolded lightly. “Lessons come from everywhere.” Studying the little black female, he tilted his head, wondering where she was from. She didn't smell like a wolf that he knew, so she was either an orphan, a loner pup exploring, or from a different clan. He dismissed the different clan option nearly immediately. She wouldn't have been allowed to stray this far if she was a clan pup. And from the way she was speaking about the strange 'Killi', then she was likely a loner pup.

Listening quietly, Riverstar tilted his head a little, curious about her apparent father. He hadn't heard much about wolves managing to escape the fighting ring and stayed escaped, but clearly she was in safe paws if he had. “Nice to meet you, I'm Riverstar.” He didn't mind sharing his name with her, she seemed to be quite curious about how clans worked. “Your father's a loner, I assume? He must be teaching you well.” Maybe she'd be able to knock some sense into Galepaw's head if she wanted to help with fighting practice. She seemed to have a good handle on how it works. Glancing down at Galepaw, he nudged the black spotted pup firmly. “I don't see you practising your pouncing. Until you can catch me off guard, you're not hunting any sort of prey.”

Watching as the black female apparently lost interest in them, Riverstar soon turned his attention back to his apprentice. “Alright Galepaw. I have a problem for you.” He sat happily in the sun, soaking up the warm rays on the cool leaf fall day. “Say you have a river where there's a couple of very small calm pool where the tiny fish all live, but there are bigger fish in the rapids. Where would you hunt, how, and why?” It would be interesting the youngster's response, but it was a question that was highly relevant to their way of living. Two sides of their territory was bordered by rivers, and they had the Dire Pond and Firefly Falls also to fish in. Rapids and calm places were everywhere in their water, and it wouldn't do for an apprentice to become overcocky and fall into the fast moving water.