“Of course not. This is your first real proving. You are my mate. I do not enjoy seeing your face crushed into dirt."

"Now, thanks for being so supportive."

“Don't get your face crushed into dirt, then maybe I come next time."

With that, she wiggled slightly in the furs to get comfortable and then started to snooze.

Gregory gave a sigh of defeat, and then turned to look at Janette who had been busy putting her clothes on. She was just settling her cloak over her shoulders when Algra began to lightly snore.

“Are you coming, Jan?" he asked after a moment of nervous hesitation.

“Of course I'm coming. You think I could stand to stay here after what happened Last time? If you're going to get your chest kicked in again then I want to be there.”

“I'm really feeling the love in this tent."

Janette smiled at him and walked the short distance between them to plant a playful kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I'm just fucking with you. You guys are going to kick ass."

“Thanks, Jan." He immediately felt a lot better after hearing that. "Algra's just worried. I'm not though. She says that if you die I can still stay here as her sex slave and since we're both kind of your mates then I'd get half of your stuff. We've got it all worked out."

Gregory laughed at that, and then whipped her cloak up to reveal the skimpy little garments she wore beneath it. With the fabric out of the way, his hand came down hard on her bare rear cheek leaving a pink imprint where it connected on her pale skin.

"Ow!" She jumped and then shoved him playfully.

“Come on, Spanky. Let's go get breakfast before I spend the rest of the day biting my nails off with nerves."

He obediently did as he was told, and she led him out into the open where they picked up the breakfast that was being dished out by Lydia. They both ate quickly and quietly. Many of the members of the camp stopped by to give him a pat on the shoulder and wish him luck. In truth, their well wishes just made him anxious.

“Let's go for a walk." Janette suggested; picking up on his growing tension.

“That's a good idea." He nodded and stood up to wait for her to fall in step beside him.

“Are you sure you don't want anything else before you leave?" Lydia asked, casually opening her thighs and stroking her fingers invitingly along their inner flanks.

“No can do! He's been put on a strict no-vagina diet this morning, I'm afraid." Janette gave him a dutiful shove to get him moving again after seeing him eyeing Lydia like a hungry wolf might regard a steak dinner.

“Spoilsport." Greg complained as he allowed himself to be shoved, but not before looking longingly back at Lydia.

She gave him a playful wiggle of her fingers to say goodbye.

“If the women around here keep this up I'm going to be going into the provings carrying my baton, my shield, and sporting one hell of a lance."

“I promise I'll be good." Janette's voice carried a note of Laughter.

She simply locked one of her arms with his and started the walk to the proving grounds, taking the long way around.

"I really do think you're going to win today, you know. I mean, if you keep up what you've been doing with the others in training." Janette said in a more serious tone soon after they departed Bolut's camp.