Even the Grashalm wolf lay on his belly to rest his legs. However, he laughed a little at how Claude looked. He shook his head. "My, my, young Alpha. Even if your werewolf blood is strong, you shouldn't slack off on your training. You can't even run for hours."
Claude would glare at the other wolf, but Zia sneered at him for Claude. She said, "You have to excuse him. Claude has been treated as a rogue since birth. He has no training whatsoever. We would have hosted him over our training grounds if Len were around to spar with him. The Gammas aren't too keen on getting beaten up all the time."
"Huh?" The Grashalm wolf perked his head up in confusion. "What do you mean… no training? Wait, wasn't he the second wolf who defeated Steel Claw Klauser? Are you saying he got to this point with no real training? That was mere instinct?"
