Rex Pov
I was in the training yard with three young wolves teaching them basic combat moves. It felt good to be useful again. To have a purpose beyond just surviving. To feel normal for the first time in weeks.
"No no," I said to the youngest one. A boy of maybe fourteen with eager eyes. "Your stance is too wide. Bring your feet closer together. Like this."
I demonstrated the proper stance and the young wolf copied me carefully. "Better," I said. "Much better. Now try the move again."
He executed the defensive block perfectly this time. I smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. "Excellent work. You are a fast learner."
"Thank you Beta Rex," he said. His face lit up with pride.
We practiced for another hour. The young wolves were eager and quick learners. They reminded me of myself at that age. Full of energy and determination and the belief that they could do anything if they just tried hard enough.
