Down to business

The boy had been home for some time now, and he was grateful to his brother's insistent care. His pads had fully healed since being burned in the desert, and he'd put on a fair amount of weight, although with the winter season just past, he was still thinner than he should be. Nonetheless, he felt like himself again, and he was more than ready to begin playing catch up. He'd been hoping he could start in a group fight training session, but nothing had been called thus far and he was growing restless. He didn't know the wolves of Celestial well enough, so he wasn't sure who to turn to, other than their leader, Regulus. And so, Exodus made his way to roughly the center of the plains,
where he would send up a call for the Archangel. The man had an intimidating and commanding presence, and if there was anyone he could learn from, it would certainly be Regulus. He regretted that he wasn't learning directly from his father, but he hadn't seen the man since returning home, and he hadn't heard anyone speak of Creed lately. Sighing to himself, he knew there was so much to catch up on, not only his training, but everything else that had happened in his absence.