the journey calls

Surreal had gotten the message that Tornach had gone to the battlefield. His first spar. Her babies were old enough to fight in a real spar. She hoped he remembered all of the training she and Regulus had given him and his sister. But wait. Why not go there and cheer her younger boy on? So she had taken off after his scent with a word to Regulus and Falk, who’d been the two closest at the time, and soon, she arrived at the Field.

Her son’s large thundercloud colored frame was easy to spot, and he was already tangled with another boy of slate, charcoal and snow. She took a seat out of the way, watching her son. No matter the outcome, she’d be proud of him either way for taking the initiative to come out here and try his paw at sparring.

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