Outside Teflen forest, 16 KT.

The moist breeze, crickets chirping, and rustling leaves made up the environment of fen creek. A creek so narrow and shallow it seemed that any day it would be swallowed up into fenlands. But instead makes up the border between Teflens forest and Nirdas fenlands. A quiet place where floating lights can be seen throughout the night that seem to be impossible to catch.
Lying half in the creek and half in the muck, a young grey lucario awoke. The sounds and smell being foreign to him as he himself as yet to be outside of his packs territory. He stumbles to his feet, making sure not to fall into the hard stone floor of the creekbed. 
Vague memories of previous events come through his foggy mind. His brother killing a woman, Celestia falling to his sword. And even he himself falling to his own brother. Was this another dream? 
Kasacon has had dreams such as this before, but the faces in his dreams were always foreign, never has a familiar face shown itself in his sleeping flights of wonder and battle.
And then he felt his chest. Which reinforced the memory of his folly. His brother had used aura against him! Forbidden are his kind in the use of aura against one another as they are the most susceptible to it. 
But then a new feeling beset him, an oddity. His chest felt different, lighter even. He reached back for it, grasping. But why was he grasping? It felt as though there should be some kind of resistance. But nothing. Then realization of something his kind should never be without, even in death was missing, his chest spike. Feral rage built up within him, he broke out into a yell. Standing up and rushing to a bush a few feet away from him. Tearing it out of the ground and ripping it in two with his paws. Dirt and leaves scattered around him as he fell back to the ground exhausted. 
And in the hole that resulted, was stone. Still in his rage, he attempted to clear the surrounding dirt with his paws. The wet dirt of the fenlands offered no resistance as he clawed his way to the stone. The stone being larger than he had suspected and almost completely flat.
He then felt defeated by the simple thing. Sobbing to the ground and holding his head between his knees to the muddy floor. Thinking of his old pack life that now lay ruined by the removal of his spike. Days after his new title of con. 
(Con refers to the second part of his name. As the male lucario of this world make it tradition to name their pups by order of birth. With the first having one syllable, the second having two, and ect. But only after they’ve reached maturity do they be considered for a second part to their name, with there only being 3 available to each pack. Con, which refers to the new strongest of the clan. Kin, which designates the smartest of the clan. And ken, the fastest of the clan.)
Kasacon thought about Celestia, and what she meant to him. The two had become mates last season. And although the two had not been together for very long, he missed her company.

(Teflen forest 15 KT)
Kasa and the other trainees stood at attention. Or what the lucario called attention. So the group of 11 lucarian youth stood as straight as they could in the sun.
The lead trainer observed his lads. Of the group only two stood out in skill level and in appearance, Ironclads pups. Kisa had shown remarkable skill in weaponry, and managed to fool two scouts into tracking each other over the winter. Something the entire pack had been talking about. And Kasa, who managed to best every trainee in mock battle. Although it would have been Kasa to receive all the praise considering his combat prowess. He often keeps to himself and has difficulty mastering any of the weapons available to them.
And it was for this reason that the youths had been called out to practice today.
The young lucario looked around uneasy as the trainer looked them up and down. Normally it would be just the trainer. But today the alpha made himself comfortable in the training grounds arena, staring down the trainees as well. Confusing the hell out of the warriors to be.
“Shaten are you quite done yet? I have females to breed.” Said the confusing presence. Eliciting a chuckle amongst the more immature of the lads. Distressing the trainer as any action on his part to quell the laughter would probably made the alpha angry.
“Yes Alpha. Now pups we have a real treat today. As you all know we only have three weeks left under spring. And haven’t chosen our con nor kin. For breeding purposes we need them immediately mating females. As such our Alpha is here.” 
The line of lucario shift a bit in their spots. There are not enough young females for their generation. And the only way the alpha would allow a mating is if a lucario retrieved an aura stone from the grotto to give to the female. But non warriors cannot enter the grotto until the last week of spring. So having pups this year would be almost impossible without the three week start.
The alpha sensed the hesitation in the trainees as they turned their heads to face him. Time to weed out the weaklings.
“Whoever wishes to challenge me for the name of kin step into the arena.” The alpha stated. And as such Kisa stepped forward, without hesitation.
“So the little male who fooled the scouts, very well, choose your weapon.”
Kisa chooses a dagger from the weapons rake on his way to the arena. Weighing it in his hands as he approaches. And avoiding eye contact with the alpha.
“hmphf, that’s a fir” –shlack- as the alpha parry’s a quick stab made by Kisa. But Kisa instead uses the momentum from being parried into a spin and brings the dagger up the alphas face just to be grabbed at the wrist.
“Excellent, Had you actually wounded me I would have considered you for con. But using such a sneak attack followed by a spin would have killed anything less than a beta. So you’ve earned the name of Kisakin.”
The crowd of trainees stared in awe at Kisakin. Each knowing that if the name of ken was available, he would surely have had it too.
“Next! You whelps, I don’t have time for this!” The angered alpha snarled. It seems the battle must have got him a little excited.
But no challenger approached him. The trainees simply stared at their feet. Knowing that the alpha has been known to take mock battles to far and killing young warriors out of their incompetence.
“Kasa get yer ass over here!” The lead trainer barked. Kasa, who had been thinking about the potential females Kisakin would have, was caught startled by the outburst. “Me?” He replied, to which an aggravated “Yes!” was shouted at him from the trainer.
Looking up the alpha, and then back at the trainer, Kasa laughed in his mind. There was no way he could wound the alpha in combat, unless… Well that could do it, he finished the thought.
And as such picked up a knightsword, one of the larger weapons that littered the weapons racks.
The trainees looked amongst themselves. Not knowing if a young lucario could wield such a large blade. The thought was reinforced as Kasa dragged the sword across the ground to the arena, and stood at the ready.
“So your not going to strike first? With such a heavy weapon it would be wise to get the first attack. No? Ok then.”
The alpha swung his right fist out in an uppercut. And Kasa pushed the sword forward, tip facing down so that the arm spike scratched upward against the metal. Kasa then slightly pushed the hilt forward giving the alphas uppercut a better angle and sending the fist much higher than he would have wanted. Giving Kasa the perfect opportunity to cross his right arm to his chest and dive for the alpha. 
The two fell to the ground for a mere second as the alpha pushed Kasa away. When they stood up two red dots trickled down the alpha chest. Simple, and not enough to win any other battle. But when the goal was to injure, such things don’t matter.
“Fast, just like your brother. I like the way you two think. And so I’m naming you Kasacon.”
The rest of the recruits groaned at the name. Kasacon was a loner and didn’t necessarily have any interest in any of the females. So that means he would have to make one of the females that one of the trainees might have been eyeing… his.