Though the Huntsman couldn't exactly train on animals at least not in the lethal sense, in addition it was impossible to practice or train with animals, after all those of the wilds could easily kill you if you let down your guard, this land and world was the world where your traits mattered and if you were to weak, the world would consume you once again.
The snow swept lands of Imuchakk, with its mountains, forests, caves and seas, all landscapes that Vodarara had made his home, since before he could even remember in truth. Though he had no family other than the now quite grown rabbit wolf in this land, he had never been one to socialise.
The rabbit wolf was starting to become adolescent and like any creature in this land, had to learn to hunt, to survive, as such the huntsman had begun what could be said to be play fighting with the animal.
Though she had always like any young animal had attempted to play fight, as an adult creature that huntsman had only played softly but now as the rabbit wolf's size had increased that wasn't exactly possible anymore, such encounters had become rather serious though it didn't become lethal.
But as the huntsman had taken the animal from its home, it was only his duty as a warden of the wilds to teach the unique animal, what its blood parents would have.
Though Vodarara was no wolf, he would wrestle the best he could against the creature but after all with the size, she had now reached her body mass was significant with his lower body mass, the huntsman had to use his attributes of agility to avoid being pinned by the animal, after all he couldn't exactly stab her like he would do, such as in the situation as many of the young pups pack members had met their end.
The huntsman made use of his gauntlet after its construction to aid him with the days and weeks of "play" that he had with the animal, using it to aid with the protection from the blows from the creatures claws and body mass, though the rabbit wolf didn't bite down completely her jaws still had significant strength.
This creature after all had become like family, it made a good body warmer at night with its fur, when the need to conserve body heat was at its highest as well as allowing for more precise hunting.
Vodarara would observe the creatures hunts, his fighting style was beast like in its self as he developed his lupine like methods of attacks, it was something he could observe and copy making use of his equipment to act as if they were claws to penetrate flesh.
Vodarara had to build his speed to make hunts though it was only the smaller animalia of the land, he worked himself to strike with more precise strikes even his knives, though he could be precise with arrows, landing precise blows to vital points to avoid ruining the hides of animals was important.
A good method of hunting, the huntsman had found was hunting the wild fowl of the ice packs, waiting silently in wait for the occasional bird to get separated from the group and with swift offensive eliminating the weaker creature, after all one had to eat and this at least allowed him to feed himself while not making meaningless kills.
The time had come for Vodarara to pursue another end however, he would doubt without physically training and battling something far more intelligent that fowl, he wouldn't be able to grow such tactics any further.
The winds were changing, the huntsman had much on his mind in of its self, there were some lose ends he had to tie, it was fate after all...