Sharpen Your Blades, Keep Them Ready

Okay. Mud. No biggie. He'd had fun swiping his paws through it, dumping the muck onto the hide, while chatting with Kavdaya about what mud could do for bruises, and what plants to use with the mud applications. He was interested enough in the subject of healing to be a bit annoyed that he'd missed the last meeting for the healers, and he'd made a mental note to attend the next one, no matter what, unless he had patrols to attend.

He was both nervous and looking forward to trying this whole 'fighting blind' thing. It would truly help to know what his father went through day after day over the last couple of years. And if it helped him avoid having the insecurities he saw in his sire about being a good fighter, all the better. Maybe this training would help his father regain more of his mojo that Regulus remembered from before he got taken and blinded.

His pace was jaunty as they carried the hideful of mud between them, and as they set it down at the boulder, and he leapt up to sit beside his mother, he cast a quick look around at the gathered pack. No Ganja... And no Uncle Castiel, either. Not good. However, he set it aside to wait while he nodded at his mother. He was ready to hear what all was up for today.