Ajax watched as Dante sparred with some members on the training ground. The golden glow from the sunset reflected on his sweaty body, his naked chest gleaming. Dante was in the middle of it the field, laughing. Not smirking, or not mocking but actually laughing at how the man he had been sparring with tripped when he tried to block a blow from him. His opponent, clearly outmatched, laid in the dirt, blinking up at Dante like he wasn't sure if he'd just survived or won a prize.
"Good block, Ramon," Dante said, reaching down and pulling the young wolf up with one hand. He clapped him on the back, nearly knocking him over again. "You'll be dangerous in a few more moons. You are trying."
Ramon muttered a stunned and wary thank you, clearly rattled by the Alpha's... good mood. Normally losses led to punishments but instead his alpha was encouraging him? It felt extremely weird.
