“Especially the pups. We all know they have a tendency to go exploring either on their own or with a friend or two. They need to know what to do if we are attacked,” I said.
“Should we maybe just make sure they stay close to an adult?” Sam suggested. Finlay, Medow and I all shook our heads.
“Exploration is necessary. It gives them confidence and nourishes their natural curiosity,” Finlay said.
“I agree. It’s better that we teach them to hide, contact an adult and wait for help,” I said.
“Okay. But how do you train pups? I know how to train adults, but even I know that won’t work with pups,” Sam said. I giggled. I had seen him train the warriors when I visited and he was right. His training style was to yell at the warriors and shout profanities when they didn’t do as he wanted.
“No, we won’t do it that way. I would say that we should turn it into a game,” I suggested.
“Oh, yeah. Like a hide and seek tournament,” Medow said enthusiastically. I nodded.
“Not a bad idea. We could have different classes. One for pups, one for regular pack members and one for warriors,” Finlay thought out loud.
“We can arrange some fun prizes and us five will be the judges and trackers,” Martin said.
“If we do it two or three times a year, everyone will have a good understanding on what to do in a sharp situation.” They all looked at me and nodded. We agreed to plan the first tournament as soon as possible. “So how are we doing with training for the games? If we do well there, this won’t be an issue,” I said.
“You know the training schedule,” Sam told me, sounding confused.
“You use the same one as for the warriors? That seems excessive since the games are almost six years away,” I said. Four wolves looked at me as if I was stupid. “What?”
“Do you expect us to have separate trainings for the games? We just combine it with the regular trainings,” Sam asked.
“Oh, okay, you are planning to only send warriors?” I asked, as I understood why we misunderstood each other.
“Yes. In our old pack that’s how we did it. Should we send others?” Martin asked, sounding unsure.
“No, no. I guess that’s fine,” I said.
“Amie, we asked you to be the advisor so you would advise us. How was it done in your old pack?” Finlay asked in his usual calm voice.
“We held training a couple of times a year for all pack members between certain ages. You know the games test on not just strength and brute force. There are elements of cunning and strategical thinking. Speed and agility. They all matter. I’m not saying the warriors can’t be good at all of that. But you don’t need to be a warrior to be strategic or cunning. So we tested everyone that would be of a suitable age during the games. When we found the ones with the best skills, we trained them,” I explained.
“But all the participants have to join in all challenges,” Finlay said. I nodded.
“But then, let’s say Medow is the most cunning wolf in our pack. And forgive me for this baby, but she isn’t the fastest or strongest wolf. How is she going to keep up during the more physical challenges?” Sam asked. Then he peppered Medow’s hand and neck with kisses.
“It’s okay, honey. I know my limitations,” Medow giggled.
“I guess it’s a numbers game,” I said. “What we know is that each challenge holds a maximum of ten points during the games. There are ten challenges, so the top score is one hundred points. No one knows the score until all challenges are done,” I continued, and everyone nodded. “So let’s say that we send physically strong warriors, some with okay abilities in the more mental challenges. There are two, or three challenges that focus on physical strength, as many that focus on mental and the rest is a combination. We will do well on the physical parts, and average on the combination parts, but below average on the mental parts.”
“Sure. But if we send wolves with strong mental abilities but poor physical skills, won’t the numbers tilt?” Martin asked.
“They will, if we don’t train everyone. But let me ask you; do you think it’s harder to train someone’s ability to be strategic and cunning or someone’s ability to run fast?” I asked them. There was a moment of silence when the others looked like fishes on land. Then Finlay laughed, and the others followed.
“That’s why it’s important that we identify them as early as possible,” he said. I nodded.
“Give Sam five years and he will have the most lazy wolf in shape,” I said.
“Fuck yeah!” Sam exclaimed, and Medow rolled her eyes and then she laughed and kissed her mate.
“I guess we need to hold training for the pack to see what talents we have,” Finlay said, and a smirk appeared on his face. “I knew you would be worth the effort it took to recruit you,” he told me.
“Oh please. I barely put up a fight,” I objected.Elder
My mother had mindlinked me the moment the mail had arrived, and I didn’t hesitate as I excused myself from the meeting and headed straight home.
“Elder, in here,” my mother called out as I stepped through the door. As if I didn’t know they would be in the kitchen. It had become a tradition when Amie sent one of her rare postcards that it was placed on the kitchen table, written side down, until the receiver could read it. My birthday was tomorrow, so we all knew the letter was addressed to me. I hurried inside and gave my mother a quick kiss on the cheek.
“We haven’t read it,” my father told me. He didn’t need to say it, I knew they hadn’t. But I nodded all the same as I looked down on the postcard. The front side was covered in scenic pictures from somewhere in Canada. I picked it up and flipped it around.
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