Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

Alright, so he might have been planning to step down soon, but the lack of any spars since Aurielle and Amos’ spar was starting to make Regulus itch. It was a cool Autumn day, and he was feeling restive. He hadn’t sparred since Amos’ test and he was ready to work out a bit. He tipped his head back as he reached a muddy spot by a stream that meandered through the plains, calling for Aurielle, and then Laisren with the invitation of a spar. It was time he saw his brother honing his skills and doing part of his job as a Legionary. He was pretty certain he liked the changed Aurielle would be making to the pack. They had spoken well into the night after speaking with Gwenevere, and several times after. It seemed sound. She was still mulling over ranks, but he was interested to see what she’d reveal. As he waited, though he could already see his daughter’s shimmering white form approaching, he tested the footing and found it reasonably slippery. Enough to challenge both himself and his sibling. Settling into a stance, he waited patiently as his daughter took a seat nearby, a smile on her face as she offered, “If he’s not tired after you’re done, I may spar with him, too.” He grinned, nodding. "Let him know when he gets here."

Aurielle Adravendi

Aurielle had been deep in thought when her father’s call for her to stand as a witness, and then her uncle to spar rang out. Blinking, she yawned and stretched to her paws, taking off at a lope toward his voice, a smile spreading onto her features. It was nice to see some activity. Her own nicks and bruises had healed by now, and as she settled nearby, she teased, “If he’s not tired after you’re done, I may spar with him, too.” As he answered, she grinned toothily and nodded, head turning to sweep her gaze over the plains before turning back to study her father’s stance in the mud, taking quiet mental notes. Watching was just another good way to learn more about technique in fighting. Her father and her uncle Laisren were evenly matched in height, so it would be interesting to see how this went. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

He had been dozing under the shade of a tree, taking a brief break from patrolling and hunting. Since Mask had left Lais continued to keep up with his hunting, more then his fight training. He had continued working on his endurance and keeping his slim muscles built as he patrolled, but any actual sparring had not happened. In fact the last time he had done any fighting had been the raid. He had felt helping to keep the borders looked over and feeding the pack had been more important then anything else. With their numbers declining he was beginning to realize he needed to get back on the stick with fight training. His brother's call immediately drew him from his nap and he pulled himself to his feet before stretching and then shaking himself. Eyes looked in the direction as he let out a breath. He had to admit sparring with his older brother was intimidating, especially with how well he had fought in the raid. He wanted to be hesitant, but he couldn't. Pushing himself the male began to quickly move in that direction, part of his mind spinning with excitement. He never really got much time with Regulus since he was busy between his pack duties and his daughter, so this call half made him excited. It didn't take him long to find the spot and he smiled at both Aurielle and at Regulus, his tail wagging in a greeting. No one else was here, which he was glad because he was sure Regulus would kick his butt. He then focused on Regulus. "Ready when you are." he said his mind whirling from emotions. "Talk" "You" Think