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With a small sigh Lydia placed out her yoga mat onto the grass of the clearing. Straightening she glanced around at the pack situated around her and had to stop a laugh from escaping as it seemed only three people were morning people, Allison she wasn’t surprised about but Derek surprised her and considering he had what seemed to be limpets attached to him she was amused to think about the situation of how he could have possibly gotten both Erica and Stiles outside for dawn.
Both of them seemed to be asleep from what Lydia could see but Erica's blond hair was hiding her face from Derek's back. Pushing a stray strand of strawberry blonde hair that had escaped her hair tied behind her ear the newest member of the supernatural club gave a large whistle to get everyone's attention causing Erica to flail off Derek's back and straight onto Stiles when Derek moved out of the way. There was laughter from the clearing before Allison took charge of the outing moving to stand on her own mat. Her voice travelled lightly over the clearing as everyone moved to their own mat with some yawns and complaints but falling silent at a piercing look from Lydia.
“Right we’re burning daylight lets get this training moving” With that Allison began some basic stretches followed quickly the rest of the pack. After stretching for about five minutes they began a simple set of yoga moves that became progressively harder as they went on until it was only the girls and weirdly enough Isaac that could perform the moves . This amused the watching pack members as they finished their set.
From there Lydia activated their parameter with a few words of Latin her eyes glowing white and hair giving off sparks from her magic. Now that the Hale land was effectively in a safety bubble from anyone not pack they began practising the beginning exercise practice moves of parkour and taijutsu. The idea to learn both was suggested by Stiles and Erica who thought it may actually benefit the pack to have other ways of fighting, or at least surviving. Stiles especially admitted that the two humans Lydia and Allison learn despite one being their emissary and a powerful kick-ass one at that, the other an amazing hunter. He would have been in that category himself if he hadn’t been turned during the Nogitsune fiasco and Derek agreed. Though privately they all knew he probably would have messed up more than everyone else.
As the sun rose higher in the sky and the joking complaints and whines of hunger became more real Lydia suggested a game of tag and race back to the renovated Hale house for lunch which was quickly agreed too. So the pack of eight began their way back launching off trees and pushing each other into trees and puddles from the recent rainstorm if they could get away with it. Erica was quick to tag Stiles by tackling him to the forest ground the moment she was made tagger laughing at his swearing-in Polish as she took off again.
Erica launched herself over the log followed quickly by the rest of the wolves as the human and emissary of the group slid under in a race to be first and not have to deal with the inevitable clean up that would await once the group got through with lunch. As the race to Hale house progressed and more tricks and dirty tactics were used in a bid not to be last or left out Stiles swept Erica up in his arms with a grin at her squeal of delight and shot in front of the group to the dismayed groans of the rest of the pack.
Lydia felt smug knowing they would come back tomorrow for more training in spite of Stiles protests.