Ardyn Adravendi

With the warrior meeting having been adjourned a couple of weeks ago, and winter settling in, Ardyn was ready to test more of the warriors and fighting-inclined of the pack to see where their skill levels stood and to test their determination to push themselves harder. Today it was his mother’s turn, and Ardyn stood waiting at the Clearing, having already sung for her, and for the pups, so they could watch and learn. He was armored, cloak and pouches detached and left hanging on a branch stub of the live oak standing sentinel with its dead parent over the meeting boulder and Clearing. Lunira and Sädir stood nearby, discussing strategy quietly, and Lyr sat perched on his withers, preening his feathers to set his flight feathers in order. Ardyn hadn't had a chance to spar with his mother in a while, and he wondered if she’d still be able to throw him to the dirt like old times. He hoped so, to be honest. The time his parents had left on the living realm was growing shorter every day, and he could only hoped that they’d beat the odds and live as long as his grandfather had, or even longer. This would also be a good chance for the children, the boys at the very least, to watch and see what it looked like when two trained warriors fought. They would be yearlings in the spring, and should they decide to stay on, they might well be participating in raids alongside Valhalla, both offense and defense. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

He wasn't up to much at the moment, so when he trekked through the plains and came across Ardyn's scent, he altered his course and made a beeline to the embery alpha. He was torn on where he wanted to live. On one paw, he had grown up in Valhalla's quieter life. On the other, his father's life seemed far more exciting. The pirates were a ragtag group that he was sure he could get along with, whereas Valhalla had better structure, but the pack was...quieter...to say the least. He wasn't sure which life he liked more, and that was where he struggled to decide. Still, he knew wherever he ended up, he wanted to be happy. Whether it be here, there, or somewhere completely different. He continued to keep his concerns to himself, however. Afraid of judgment from either side. So when he arrived to find Ardyn, he barked a greeting and sat down to watch as Ardyn seemed to be about to do something. "Heya! Watcha doin'?" "Talk," 'Think.'