Manea had given Relm this role and responsibility beside Alastor and they had discussed getting their fighters together for a quick and easy round up of training and expectations as a pack. With Alastor and Manea having their own personal issues she had hoped that a distraction like this would help Alastor.

They wouldn't be going into depth of fighting techniques and more detailed things today, but they had to prepare for raids against them or had they worked together with allies of their own in practice raids. There was always that slim chance of a siege too, but they could never be too prepared she supposed.

She had arranged a time for the meeting, and still came out the main grounds of the island to make the call, looking to Alastor with a quiet smile as they waited for the fighters of pack to assemble.

"Relm"
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He'd gotten the instructions of when and where to participate in some sort of training and while he was at least mildly begrudging about the whole thing he certainly wouldn't disobey an order. After several years spent on his own with no one's will to follow but his own it was an interesting problem to have to readjust to pack life. It did make him miss the freedom he had before, but it felt too right to be here with his family finally fulfilling the destiny that he had been born for to go back now. He made his way toward the training area he had been told to meet the rest of their in-training warriors at and found himself across from Manea's husband and a pink-marked woman who he had been told was the pack's General. The fact that wolves outside of their own blood or at least name were given such ranks of note was still an odd concept to him, but that's probably why he wasn't in charge of their family—that and the fact that he was born a brute. He settled back on his haunches across from them with just a small nod for greeting while he waited for this show to get on the road.

"Deimos Medacium"

Imperia had been away from the rest, maye way too much. Reasons could be any, but a possibility could be that she had been dealing with inner conflicts, conflicts within her own mind. Conflicts born from the constant memories and remembrance about her life as a child. Nights became restless, short lived. Nightmares and night terrors now plagued her dreams in a constant rate, almost every night they came to bring the mendacium assassin even more suffering that she had been in since the start of her life. These made her even more irritable than usual, and yet she did her best to keep her issues hidden, away from other's attention or knowledge. She could deal with this on her own, as she had done with everything thrown at her.

Today she walked around the island, patrolling or so she wanted to make it look as. She just took it as an excuse to stay away from every wolf in this pack. But a call came, and even though she could had ignored it, sighing she followed. Maybe it could bring the distraction she was looking for. Eyes cold, and confident posture she arrived, sitting down on her own. Far from the rest but not too much to be unable to hear. She said nothing, keeping quiet for now.

""

Ruse wasn't sure how to feel about being called forward for a training all about fighting, but given the fact that she was still new to this pack she did want to make a good impression. She got the sense that many of these wolves were far more invested in fighting and the like than she was so when she walked up to the training grounds she felt a bit out of place among these more serious, menacing looking warriors. She tried ignore the feeling of being out of place and held her head high as she walked up to the group that was slowly gathering, offering a nod to all of the wolves that were there so far before she settled down on her haunches, slightly separated from the rest of the group. She hadn't had much contact with anyone in the pack yet so at the very least she figured this was as good a reason as any to get more acquainted with them. She waited patiently for the training itself to begin, wondering to herself what they would be working on.

"Rusalka Klien"

Now that Manea had brought him home with her and officially inducted him into the pack as a full-fledged member, Kavik suddenly found himself with tasks and purposes once more. Where he had been living for himself as a loner, now he was working as a group to contribute to a common cause. Sure, he was mostly doing this to curry favor with Manea to make his frequent trips to her bedchambers even more frequent, but hey, a good fighting lesson and chance to spar never hurt anyone! Especially not if it meant he got to go toe-to-toe with Manea's idiot husband and get to taunt him some more with his ever increasing presence in the violet alphess' life. Kavik arrived to the training grounds later than he would have liked, having found a group already assembled. He gave the wolves he didn't recognize a friendly enough smile, then sat next to a slate blue wolf opposite Alastor and shot a wicked smirk at the dire brute, the challenging gleam in his eyes speaking volumes where his tongue remained silent. This was going to be fun!

"Kävik av Fjellen"

If Desponia was being honest she'd have to yell from the peak of the mountain that she was so over being summoned for training. Though at least this time it wasn't being held by the little blue brat. No instead she was going to find herself amongst more family... Yipee. It wasn't hard to see that the older grey and purple man was some relative, whether a sibling or a cousin she did not care. She gave him only one cold glance as she joined the group for training, making a point to keep her gaze locked on the pink woman who'd called them all here. Maybe she was family too, at this point Desponia couldn't be totally sure, and she wrestled with herself if that would be better or worse than being taught by the blue kid. On one hand, it was less condescending to be taking training from someone who wasn't a literal child, on the other, she wanted very little to do with the Mendacium's and planned to limit her interactions with them as much as she could still. She just couldn't trust them.

Speech

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Fia was growing out of old habits of sticking around the den and was actually spending a lot more of her time in the mainland areas of the pack opposed to the island. It actually felt better to be away from home these days which was such a drastic change in how she felt just a season ago. She still liked to be lazy of course, but it was easy to say fighting had peaked her interested beside working on crafts with her sister. It was almost like it was in her blood to enjoy things like this.

Luckily she was on the island the time the meeting was held, she wasn't paying attention to days or times anyways. She joined the others and very simply just observed them as she approached. The last time they had any kind of "meeting" was when they had the festival and she was teeny tiny greeting others with her parents. She looked up at her father and the pink woman, not thinking anything beyond the politics of her pack. She knew that the general would have been someone her father trusted but she was too young to think of anything past that. She wouldn't tie the two together for why her father had been more scarce recently. She followed just as the others did, sitting in the small gathering amongst them.

"Fiametta"

Albion tried to corral his thoughts about the massive changes in his life as his huge ivory paws carried him to the training being held. He still had room to grow in his fighting skill, and if he was going to be partner to the queen he had to be a master in his craft. He paced in to the meeting, a quick scan with his glass eyes brought him veering towards his sister. She was seated by the time he reached her, but the pale brute wasn’t so sure this would be a place to be seated. He turned his attentions towards the vibrant colored she wolf who the rest of them were gathering around. She had been the one to call them here, she was the one to watch.

"Albion Klein"

A fight training had been called, and unfortunately, Ifrit had been the furthest away when it went out. He frowned as he hurried towards it, though he knew he was going to be late. The horned beast was still getting used to things around here, being a part of a pack that had real structure to it after pretty much having lax laws and no real goals in sight prior to joining. He had gotten used to his rogue life, the raids on the unfortunate souls who got caught in the crosshairs, and the chaotic energy of those he ran with. But here was different. This pack had goals and expectations, and he didn't want to let them down. More importantly, didn't want to let himself down. Not like his father had. Where had the bastard gone off to now? He hadn't seen Ignis or his siblings in a long time...and he was curious to know how the others were doing and where their lives had led them. Arriving to the already gathered group, Ifrit slowed to an abrupt halt, panting hard from his race against time to get here. Still, it seemed his efforts had been in vain. "Sorry I'm late," He muttered as he settled in to see what they'd be doing. "Ifrit"

Alastor watched with sharp, impassive black eyes while the fighters of Elysium began to gather before him and Relm. One by one they arrived, each a different level of expertise in the art of war, each green and sorely lacking in skills. The only one he felt any sort of empathy and gentleness towards was his own daughter. Fiametta was still just under her yearling age, and as far as he was concerned, the only one justified in her lack of skill. Everyone else needed to do better. Alastor disregarded all of the apologies and comments made by their troops, the only one he showed any sort of reaction to being Kavik, which came in the form of a lethal glare and thinly veiled snarl. Yeeeah, he wasn't exactly happy to be training the guy who was fucking his wife on a regular basis, but he had a job to do. Plus if it meant he got to smack around Kavik a bit, then all the better. Once everyone had assembled, Alastor turned his gaze to his General, watching her intently. This had been Relm's idea, and as such, he wanted to give her the spotlight to take the credit she deserved. He was merely here to observe and help out where needed.

"Alastor Mendacium"

Relm waited beside Alastor as the others arrived, all of them she hadn't even known really. She wasn't much the social type and maybe that made her lack that confidence in holding this meeting. But still, she held her composure and would do her best for Manea who put her in this position. Most of this was new for her, but it was easy for her to put on a mask to get it done.

"Thank you for joining us." She spoke to everyone who gathered at the meeting grounds for her call. "We are going to go over raid etiquette today." Maybe not something the others would be so thrilled to go over, but still something that need to be discussed she thought. "We will also pair off into sparring partners after."

She took a glance over everyone, maybe a bit awkwardly, and then went to stand from her seated position to take a step back more to face Alastor. "It's important during a raid not to want to injure you're opponent right off the bat. The Matriarch may have made arrangements with an allying pack that could come to a surprise to us all." When she looked away from the others and towards Alastor, a small smile went across her maw. She stepped forward just to point up at his shoulders, "Going for light bites on the scruff, or maybe even some on the hind quarters are the friendliest options." She took another step back, "But overall your goal should be," Raising up on her hind legs, she wrapped her arms around Alastor to try and get him to bend to her, all completely silly and fake and just for demonstration. It was obvious, "Dominance."

Again taking a couple steps back from Alastor, she looked out at the wolves that gathered, "This goes both ways whether we are defending or opposing. Now, if your opponent is openly trying to maim you then it's free game. Mostly taking cues from either Alastor or Manea at the start of a raid will show if this is meant for practice or something more malicious. There will always be a meeting prior to any raids we take elsewhere." She paused for just a moment, "Is there anything that needs to be discussed before we go over sieges?"

"Relm"
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Slowly other wolves started to filter in around them, some family and some not, until it looked like they had a pretty sizable class of fighters attending. He was curious about what this lesson would be after the odd lesson that the blue-hued boy had held and soon enough he got his answer. The pink woman addressed them all and told them they were going to be going over raid etiquette and sparring. This was the first time he had been in a formally structured pack rather than the more nomadic, loose grouping of their family structure so the concept of raiding was a decently new thing to him. Well, at the very least it would be new information for him so the lesson wouldn't feel in vain. He remained sitting while he listened, immediately a bit surprised at how much she emphasized that they weren't to aim at really hurting their intruding opponents. That was going to be a different way of doing things compared to what he was used to, but he supposed that there was the whole thing to consider of pack relations and diplomacy that he didn't much care for.

Relm jokingly demonstrated going for "dominance" over Alastor, but then went on to say that if their opponent went for a more damaging attack then they were free to do so as well. At the very least it was good to know they could fight fire with fire during these things. He supposed he could fight within the rules of this game if he really had to. He glanced to Alastor as they were told to follow his and Manea's lead on what level of attacks to bring to the field, giving a small nod of understanding. It made sense that there would be a difference between a more malicious raid versus something set up for practice. With the floor open for questions, he glanced to the others to see if they had anything to add or ask while he waited to see what the difference between a raid and siege would be.

"Deimos Medacium"

Albion sat and waited patiently, not realizing that of all the wolves gathered here, beyond their teachers, he had the most experience. The once prince had been in a raid himself. He hadn’t done very well, but the experience was still there. He was some novice pup, despite what Alastor might have thought about him. Albi was his father’s son, and he was hardly a pushover know nothing. He watched and listened as Relm explained the etiquette of a raid, none of which was unknown to the boy, but he perked up considerably as she mentioned the siege rules. He had not experienced that before.

He shook his head as the question for questions came, he knew what to expect, at least from the defending point of view.

"Albion Klein"

Fia as usual did not say a word as everyone had gathered and the training started. Especially when it came to lessons like these, she was much more inclined to listen rather than speak or ask questions herself. She was much more comfortable talking to her mother or father after the fact rather than speak out in the middle of the pack gathering.

She watched the way the pink woman and her father interacted, squinting a bit which wasn't out of the ordinary but nothing really amiss would come to her young mind in response. She knew of the tension between her parents but she was still getting equal time with them alone in the last few weeks. That's all she cared about she supposed.

Though the idea of this raiding business did peak her interest. It wasn't something she had heard about before but getting the chance to fight others alongside her pack seemed like a fun activity to participate in. She was a little bored over all the details the pink woman and her father may have gone over, but she paid just enough attention to get the gist. She wouldn't ask any questions when asked, though she was probably the only one here that should have had questions.

"Fiametta"

Desponia was really getting tired of these training sessions if she was being honest. Yes she hadn't really been a part of a pack before so maybe she'd never been in a raid per se but she'd been practically raised to fight and particularly to avoid raising anyone's ire too much. The idea of not getting too bloodthirsty, not getting too hungry to maim seemed obvious to her and she struggled not to roll her eyes. Maybe the rest of the pack needed to be told not to make things worse for themselves, she didn't exactly have a good mental image of her family or those who would devote themselves to her sister. Desponia kept herself impassive, watched with disinterest and kept herself quiet. She trusted her survival instincts quite a bit, they'd saved her life more times than any instruction ever really had, and Desponia was a much less rash wolf than, it seemed at least, those around her.

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Taking an interest in fighting and defending herself had been a moderately recent development in her life so her only knowledge of raids was that they happened sometimes and if they did then she had to go hide with her aunts. She realized as Relm started introducing their lesson for today and talking about the ins and outs of raids that she'd actually be going toward the action now instead of away from it. Ruse didn't really know how to feel about that yet, but she didn't think that she liked it. At least she'd be able to help out her brothers in the fight, she supposed. She cast a glance up at Albion at the thought, trying to imagine herself out on the battle field with him and Cerberus the way her mother had been at many points. Turning her two-toned gaze back toward Relm when she asked for questions before they moved on to sieges and Ruse joined the others in giving a shake of her head. She still needed to wrap her head around being a fighter as a whole, but she understood the concepts at least.

"Rusalka Klien"

The lesson commenced soon after a couple other stragglers had arrived. Kavik regarded them only with simple glances so he might better get to know the faces of his pack mates, then his attention was solely on Alastor and the pink woman. It seemed the pink wolf would be the one leading their lesson today, as she began to address the group and launched into the topic of today's sermon—raid etiquette. That piqued the dire wolf's interest. Were they planning on raiding someone sometime soon? What fun! Kavik watched the humorous display of their instructor showing how to go for dominance using Alastor as a training dummy, earning a chuckle and snide smirk from him. Any time he got to see Manea's pathetic louse of a husband be made a fool of was a good day in his books.

Kavik had never fought in a formal raid before, but the rules were straightforward and made sense. Matching your opponent's energy and intentions only seemed fair, though he knew that fairness was often the first thing thrown out the window when fangs and claws came out. Still, he could behave... sometimes. At Relm finished explaining the raid section of their lesson, she left the floor open to any questions. Kavik glanced around at the other wolves, noting that no one else said anything. He also had nothing to address, and instead left his focus on their teacher, giving a subtle shake of his head in the negative. So far, so good.

"Kävik av Fjellen"

The meeting soon took place and the group remained quiet as the head of the group began to speak. He had no clue what her name was or really what her rank within the pack was, but it was obviously something that pulled rank if she was leading this. Glancing around, he made note of those in attendance so he at least could remember their faces, names he didn't much care for but considering he lived with them, it was probably best he learned their names at some point. Turning his attention back to the leading woman and Alastor, he sat quietly as she explained this was for raid etiquette and that they should go for dominance. Raid...etiquette? That was a thing? Huh. He would've never known with the ragtag group he had been with prior to joining Elysium. Ifrit had done both dominance and maim fights, winning some and losing some, but he had been lucky to win the couple of maim fights he'd been in and got away with but a few scratches or bites. Like everyone else, though, he didn't have anything to add. The demonstration she was doing though was amusing at least.

"Speech"

She gave everyone a moment to speak up but it seemed she gave all the details needed for the lesson.  She stepped back from Alastor once she was done with her teasing little show and remained standing in front of her warrior peers. She didn't judge any one of them, no matter how small or inexperienced they could have been. She wasn't one to hold a bad perception over those around her.

"Alright," She stated a little confidently to the fallen silence, maybe a little eager to step down from the spotlight and go about her day. "Sieges are a little more serious. One or two of us may need to retreat back into the more secluded mountain ranges to protect those who can't protect themselves. Though, I'm sure not many of us have that problem." She chuckled a little to the thought. Elysium was filled with rather strong and intellectual wolves, but there may have been a day where there were more pups or healer types that would need help defending themselves.

"It's more than likely our attackers are coming to hurt and maim us, but again look for Manea or Alastor before making any hard assumptions. Hold onto a line of defense until you have that clarity. And be prepared to fight for your pack mates as well, I've heard stories of sieges going south with kidnapping or taking prisoners. A little less likely on our own lands but anything could happen." She glanced to Alastor for just a second before looking back at the rest of the members here, "That's about all for today. Break into sparring partners and then you can all head back to your dens or duties." She'd wait to see the others start to move off from the gathering, observing those that stayed to spar with each other alongside Alastor. It was at least relieving to not be the center of attention anymore as much as she held her composure through the meeting.

"Relm"
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Fia still stayed silent as the lesson went on, as did everyone else. She was happy to see everyone on the same page at least. Chit chatting and asking dumb questions would have been annoying to her. She also didn't know what kind of weak minded folk would have been laying around in her pack wasting space, but she assumed that was just a precaution. She honestly wasn't expecting any more younger brothers or sisters and she didn't suspect anyone around here to be popping out pups either. Maybe so oblivious.

Once the training was over she did a quick glance around at the others, but she didn't want to stay and fight with them. Not with these near strangers. She'd make her efforts with her sister or brother, they were much more worth her time. She was being a little stubborn and arrogant but she didn't really see or care to be honest. The lesson was done, so she'd go take the rest of her training where she wanted.

"Fiametta"