Dealing With The Twins

Chapter 13 - You passed the background check.

I looked at the wolves in front of me with a grin.

"Welcome to training wolves," I said loudly, despite the fact that I knew that all of them could have heard me if I'd whispered, "Here's what's going to happen.  I'm going to call two wolves out to stand in the middle of the ring, and those two are going to fight.  I don't want to hear any whining, complaining, or grumbling when you get hurt.  That being said, I also don't want you to intentionally hurt each other, so I can avoid said, whining, complaining, and grumbling.  You will stop fighting only when I tell you to, and you will not begin until I tell you to.  Am I understood?"

Some of the wolves started wagging their tails in response, and others just nodded, but I made sure I had some kind of answer from all wolves before I continued to talk.

"I want you all to make a wide circle."

When my instructions were completed I looked around the group.

Who do you think we should put out first?

The McCall twins.  They're new, and probably need the practice.

But not with each other.  If I want them to get any better I'm going to have to make them fight the older wolves.

True....  Sam and one of the McCall twins.

"Okay, I want Sam, and Talon in the middle."

Sam's almost white wolf stood up, and walked out to the middle with a slightly cocky strut.

Talon was a little more timid, but his reddish wolf got up, and walked out to where Sam was standing.

"I want you to bump heads.  Then back up to the edges of the circle."

Bumping heads is almost like a silent agreement to not try to kill each other.  It's human equivalent would probably be shaking hands.

The two wolves did as directed, and looked at me, waiting for the go ahead.

"Remember to fight clean," I said in a warning voice before lightening up, and letting a smile cross my face, "Now, let's see what your made of!"

They took that as a go, and started to circle each other, trying to find an opening in the other one's defenses.

Sam dove for Talon with his claws out stretched, and aimed for his neck.  Talon, naturally, panicked, and hit the deck.  Normally I would have yelled at him for such a move, but it worked in his favor in this case, so I allowed it.  Sam ended up going over Talon, and landing with his back to him.  Never a good thing.  Talon jumped up, probably trying to regain some of his pride, and turned around to jump on Sam.

It was amusing to watch Sam jump around, trying to dislodge the slightly smaller wolf on his back.  The look on Talon's face was even more amusing as he tried to stay on.  His eyes were wide, and he was slightly slack jawed in terror.

Finally Sam wised up, and realized that him jumping around wasn't getting him anywhere.  So, instead he started to roll on the ground, doing his best to crush Talon.  Because of the fact that Talon's mouth was opened, it did more harm to Sam than it helped.  Talon's teeth became lodged somewhere in that nice blond coat of Sam's.

I wasn't the only one who was amused by the out come.  A few wolfie snickers were going around the circle as they watched the fight.

Doing my best to hold back the laughter, I let my voice raise above the noise, "Alright guys.  You're done.  Talon get off, and Sam get up.  I want you guys to bump heads again, and go back you your places in the circle."