Sharpen Your Blades, Keep Them Ready

Despite her recent spars, the silver timber Archangel was restless. Her paws itched to see her pack working on their spars. She hadn't heard any calls for a friendly practice yet, and she aimed to rectify that. Now that her announcements for the upcoming festival had been made, and the ideas had been taken in, she wanted to get Celestial actively practicing the skills that would defend their borders one day - a day that could come sooner, rather than later.

Hoping they were ready would do Celestial no good. No; she had to make sure they would be ready. So she paced along the boulder, laying out a strategy. Castiel hadn't made it to the meeting... And his scent was growing stale. That wasn't good. That left them with uneven numbers, which made for a minor difficulty in pairing sparring partners. However, she came to a decision, and turned, tossing her head back and sending a commanding howl rolling through the Prairie, hoping it would reach ears in Wolfpaw Lake, as well.

She stretched lengthily as her call faded on the wind, limbering her muscles. Today was a day to train, assign partners, and announce that there would be rotations. She also wanted her wolves to take trips to the Battlefield to spar against strangers in order to hone skills and not fall into habits born of familiarity. Familiar with one's pack-mates, enough to work together seamlessly in a tag team against enemy opponents, but able to work alone and switch tactics when needed. She knew Regulus' style; He put his weight and size to advantage; he needed work on agility. That meant a smaller opponent. Faite, perhaps? Excellent.

Her paws finally halted their pacing as she stood squarely on the boulder, watching from her vantage point for her pack to come.

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