“I don't think Nullik and Frelki will have the kind of freedom they got when you guys won last time," Janette said.

He'd expected the tactical report to come from Talina, so she'd surprised him by speaking up instead.

“Why not?"

“Because Duraz is clever, and he won't dismiss our dynamic duo out of hand Like a lot of the other alphas might. If anything, I figure he might try to take them out first before taking on the rest of you guys. So I wouldn't split off like you did last time." Naturally, she addressed that Last statement to Frelki and Nullik directly.

Gregory blinked, and then looked to Talina who seemed pleasantly surprised by her protégé.

"What she said." Talina nodded.

"Alright then," Gregory gave Janette a smile of approval and she practically beamed back at him.

“Oh, Torren? Did you and Valise manage...?"

Torren had been dealing with a troubling amount of wiggling on Talina's part. She enjoyed wiggling in his lap, since it often gained favourable results later in the evening. When Gregory spoke to him, he Looked a little bit Like a deer caught in the headlights, with its cock pushing up between its girlfriend's firm buttocks. A strange noise escaped his throat, Like someone was viciously strangling a rabbit in his chest. Talina showed him mercy and stopped wiggling for a moment.

“Y-yes, sir! It's just by my anvil. I'll go get-"

“Wait there, I'll get it. Judging from the smile on Talina's face you might force and injury on yourself if you stand up too fast in those leather pants." Gregory got up to his feet and walked over to Torren and Talina's tent before disappearing beneath the canopy.

“Master is so understanding," Talina got back to wiggling whilst Torren thought his face might melt from embarrassment.

“You know, speaking of uncomfortable pants, I really don't approve of those pants Gregory's wearing now," Janette was looking over to where Gregory had disappeared inside Torren's tent.

“The Little man-trunks made it a lot more fun to watch him leave. I think we should give him an ultimatum," she conspiratorially elbowed Algra.

“Either he finds some more trunks or we start wearing full-body tunics."

“I am not wearing a damned-" Algra started.

“Oh I don't mean that we will, but I bet the threat will get some traction if we threaten to put his favourite toys away." Janette's gaze lowered to Algra's sizable cleavage straining against her relatively tight, little fur top.

“Hm... Algra considered that for a moment. "You may be right, Janette."

"Aha!" Gregory yelled from within the tent before emerging with a linen-wrapped package.

“Here we go."

He walked back over to the circle and stepped back inside before placing the package down in front of Ulla. She looked at it blankly for a few moments until finally realising that it was for her.

“What?" She asked no one in particular.

“These are yours. We were going to give you a pair of mock-up swords like Ulf, but seeing you in training these past few days we decided to go for something a little more... you.”

"Ulla trailed off, looking at the package in stunned silence for a few moments before reaching out to open it.

Two cylindrical wooden objects were revealed. They first appeared to be a pair of large bracers that offered full-protection to the forearms Without waiting much more than a beat, Ulla slipped them on her wrists and set them into place. As usual, Torren's skills had forged a near-perfect fit with only his eyes to guide him. Feeling something had been tied across the front of each bracer that slipped across her palm as she put them on, Ulla made a fist and watched as two panels slid up along the thicker over-side and set into place to guard her knuckles. The guard was made of a spiral of wood, and although there were no sharpened points or edges, Gregory definitely didn't want to be on the receiving end of a blow from them any time soon.