You wedge yourself into a tiny shadowed alcove, waiting for Jolon. After what seems like an eternity, you hear the huntmaster's footsteps as they pass your hiding place, and you creep out to shadow him from a safe distance. Several twists and turns later, Jolon appears to hesitate, peering around a corner that could have held a silent attacker.
While his attention is focused away from his rear, you spring, wrapping your hand over his shoulder to hold the wooden knife at his throat. Only then do you realize that Jolon has slipped a gauntleted hand between your knife and his neck, blocking the lethal attack.
Impressed, Jolon takes the weapon from you and leads you back out of the maze. "Your stalking was perfect to a point, although you gave yourself away as you sprung. We'll need to focus on the moment of attack during later training sessions."
Your training continues for another half hour, this time focusing on dexterity and balancing tests designed to help you creep and crawl where no one would normally think to look for a werewolf.
Eventually Jolon throws you a towel, and you wipe down your sweat-streaked face as the huntmaster tends to some of his other students. You recognize many of them as workers from the forge, their well-muscled bodies the perfect clay for Jolon and Bly to mould.
When he returns, Jolon looks at you with a sense of admiration. "You did much better than I expected for a wolf's first day of training. I hope you feel that you've found your calling and I'll see you back here to build up your skills. Bly would ask you for commitment, but I'm just happy to be able to impart some of my knowledge. We all have to do our part for the pack."
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