And just like that, Jazmin takes off like a speeding bullet towards the training grounds. Her paws carry her swiftly across the terrain of the pack lands. She could place this surreal feeling within her that was stirring. After bolting unexpectedly, Aston finally caught up.
Out of nowhere, Aston's jaws clamp down on Jazmin's fur, using his body and momentum to throw her off balance quickly as he can, to gain the upper hand. Jazmin quickly twists out from under him, leaving him stumbling over his own feet.
That was a dirty trick, Aston thought as he narrowed his eyes at Jazmin, ready to pounce on her again. He had to remain focused and do anything to slow her down. He needs to gain the upper hand over her. Just like in a real fight, but not as vicious, of course.
Both of them are secretly making their next moves on each other, sizing each other up. Aston lunges, only to eat dirt. Jazmin swiftly dips out of the way, low to the ground, knocking Aston completely off balance, sending Aston to the ground.
Jazmin snickers through the mind link, which comes out as a wolfish cackle. It's the equivalent of her sticking her tongue out at Aston.
Aston grunts in frustration. How can she move so fast, being that big of a wolf? He thinks to himself. Okay, got to get our head in the game, and no, not our dick! Aston puffs out his wolf chest with a sense of pride. Narrowing his eyes with a wolfish smirk.
Aston soon realizes he's not educated on Jazmin's training background. But he wouldn't know the training of an enemy either, so why does it matter to him? He curses under his breath with a growl. He is determined not to be made a fool of by his own mate!