Somewhere nearby, you hear the vicious snarls and growls of wolves immersed in a brawl. You follow the voices to what looks like a caving dip in the forest floors. Stepping closer, what you realise is "The Training Hollow" come into view. The massive hollow comes to a stop a few metres deep, the sloping sides threatening to swallow you inside. Clashes of fur take up the sanded floor, engaged in aggressive combat, each pair snapping at each other's throats in an endless cycle, almost like a strange and lethal dance. The wolves that drag your attention, though, are in the centre of the clearing - young onwatchers gathering around in a circle. One of the adult wolves, with a dust-coloured coat, weaves between the fighting adolescents making remarks on their form and tactics. The other adult, sporting a deep blue pelt, looks like he's in the middle of a lesson with some eager teens. Intrigued, you descend down the sandy slopes into the hollow. The two wolves notice you and walk over, with wide beams on their faces.