Nashor's Tooth {Training}

*Bass* · (This post was last modified: 02-09-2017, 03:31 PM by Evelyn.)

With a sigh, the aging gentleman sat in the clearing around his den. Today he didn't sit on top of it though, instead on the small raised mound in front of it. It was about time that something happened in Abaven. He had let it slide during the harsh fall and winter, but now that spring was here there was no longer an excuse. He hoped that Lark would come, his joints were aching and it had been awhile since he had even been in a fight. He didn't doubt that he would be rusty, or move slowly with his sore body. The Primo would need some assistance, and if someone stepped up then there could always be a discussion of rises in the ranks. Everything was still on him since Tinaro had vanished. The boy had promised to hold trainings, but after one he vanished. With a soft grumble he curled his tail around him, tipping up his head and howling for the fighters. This would be mandatory for all wolves with a fighting ranks, including the officers and field medics. Others could come if they wish, but that was up to them.

Bass knew that a lot of the wolves stood on different levels of experience, which put him in an awkward place. He didn't want to drag everyone through the basics again, but it was going to have to be a bit of show and tell it would seem. Lowering his head, he waited for the wolves to start showing up.

ooc;// First round due on Feb. 8th

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