The written word

It had been some time since Aurielle took him to the hill to teach him how to write the Valhallan script and since then he had been practicing every night before he went to sleep. At first he had an extremely hard time due to his paws not being able to grip the charcoal stick very well but over time the man fastened together a leather wrap with straps that went around his wrist that held the charcoal in place. He was still in no way perfect with his writing but it was getting good enough that his pride allowed him to finally go to the main hub of the pack with his parchment, coal stick and leather wrap held delicately in his mouth as he trotted along with a bit of a bounce to his step. A shadow passed over his and he heard Enzi's snickering above him and his ear flicked in annoyance to her teasing but he just ignored her and continued into the main area where the pack gathered to socialize.

His deep blue eyes scanned the area but so far he was the only one, which he didn't mind as he settled himself down and spread out his supplies and looked them over. It was certainly a nice change of scenery and he felt like it would help him focus more and also maybe meet with more of the pack members. The clicking of talon on the stone floor caught his attention as Enzi walked over to him and settled herself by him as well. With a soft exhale of breath, Drachen attached his leather wrap to his wrist using his teeth and then strapped in the charcoal stick he had plucked from the remains of a fire and began his studies. He was still having trouble with some of the characters so he practiced those first, Enzi occasionally pointing out a mistake as he went. At one point the black and tan male cursed under his breath when he moved his paw wrong and smudged the coal with his fur which sent Enzi into a fit of giggles. He flashed her a playful glare and took a moment to stretch his shoulders and neck from the tension building up from his deep concentration.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think