Down to business

There was no sign that Exodus had been told of Creed’s death. He was enthusiastic, cheerful, and Regulus ached inside with the knowledge that so much of that might be snuffed out once he learned. But for now, he listened attentively as the boy spoke. A slow nod tipped his crimson muzzle as he smiled at the boy.

“I would like to mentor you, certainly, Exodus. I have little doubt that you have potential to be a strong fighter, and your initiative in seeking me out instead of waiting for me to call you is much appreciated. We need that here in Celestial.” The smile grew on his jaws as he regarded the fellow shrewdly.

“If you don’t mind, we can start now with a lesson, and then a spar.”