(Y/N's P.O.V)
The cold, frigid air brushed past me, throwing my hair all sorts of directions as I watched for his next move, "Windy much?" He said as he lunged at me, attempting to hit me with the wooden sword he wielded.
"It really is, annoyingly so, can't expect much else from here though!" I replied, as I doged his hit, twisting my body to move behind him, taking my chance to move my wooden sword to hit him.
"Fuck-" he cursed, hurriedly dodging my attack, twisting to look at me as he jumped away, "Never heard truer words, I swear." Smirking, I took a step forward and swung at him again, a bit more sloppily this time, as he dodged yet again, but taking the advantage of my sloppy swing, grabbing my arm and twisting, causing me to fall.
"Bit too cocky are we now?" He chuckled
"Oh fuck you- I could have won!" I replied back, scowling at him as he reached out his hand to help me up from the cold snow,
"Sure you could have petal." I took his hand, the sarcasm apparent in his voice. As he pulled me up I sent a scowl his way, as we heard a voice call for us.
"Training is over for the day! Come inside and get ready, its Eskel's turn to make dinner so you've got time to clean up while he finishes!" Vesemir shouted from the balcony in the library, "The bath water is warm if you want to bathe!"
"Okay!" We shouted in unison as we started to walk off to put away our swords.
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The White Wolf & His Moon
RomanceWolves always have loved the moon, howling to her on nights she shines brightest. Though if thats true, why does the man they call the white wolf look to the moon with such sorrow?
