The Nature of the Beast (celestial fight training)

Dómari wandered restlessly through Celestial uncertain what to do with the nervous energy that seemed to have settled over him. The sky was still cloudy from last nights snowstorm. When the sun broke free it was likely to start to melt into a muddy mess but for now the snow lay upon the earth, crisp and clear. It was lovely. Shame it hid most of the plant life he wanted to seek out. Dómari had been neglecting his healing training thanks to the raid and now that winter was settled in he wasn't sure he had the motivation to really hunt for herbs. It probably would be good practice but the healers were over-worked. Tending to everyone's injuries had took a toll on the stores as well as time. He didn't want to pester anyone for a lesson when they had better things to do.

Dómari moved farther into the plains. He supposed he could work more on his battle-training, he was certainly well enough to do so. Was his head in the right place though? A call rang out and Dómari recognized the voice of Gwenevere, one of the older pack members who had fought in the raid. The call seemed to be geared toward the warriors of the pack and so he made his way through the snow to the place where she was waiting. He offered a gentle smile. "Hello Gwenevere, how are you today?"