Briarheart thought for a moment, what did she want to do now? On the one paw, she wanted to collect their prey and drop Webpaw off at camp and call it a day, but on the other...Webpaw didn't seem exhausted yet. Briarheart needed to set a precedent of how their training would be, and she knew just the thing. "Come." she meowed simply, befoer standing straight and walking back the way they had come, back towards the sandy hollow.
Briarheart hadn't planned on practicing combat for their first outing together, but she intended this time to be one of assessment. She had witnessed a bit of Webpaws hunting and quickly determined the young she-cat needed strengthening in her hind legs. Briarheart would have her walk away from this lesson bruised and exhausted; only then would she be satisfied with her teachings. As the pair came upon the sandy hollow, she was pleased to find it vacant. The tortie she-cat dropped deftly into the center and turned to face her apprentice. Her eyes betrayed little emotion, and her face was a mask. "Attack me as you would an enemy, Webpaw." she challenged. Her stance betrayed nothing, if anything she looked quite relaxed. "Claws sheathed, though." she corrected with a snort. She wouldn't have her apprentice actually harming her, that would be downright embarrassing. Briarheart was eager to see what the cats of outside-clans had in terms of combat abilities. It may be useful information to know.