Dawn
Dawn Wanted to scream.
He'd thought about it, actually. For quite a while. But screaming would get him nowhere with new trainee wolves. So instead he said sternly, "Frank, you need to aim for his left flank."
Frank, barely even sixteen, trotted over on his four legs and dropped down low in front of Dawn. He gave a whine.
"You need to start noticing your opponent's weaknesses," Dawnsaid to the medium-sized brown wolf. "Nick has an injured left leg. Aim for it."
If any human had seen him, in the middle of a secluded dirt field and talking to a brown wolf, they'd have thrown him into a mental institution before Dawn Could blink. Luckily though, their practice field was far enough away from the nearest town that no human would travel there on foot.
Dawn turned to the rest of the te
