The Nature of the Beast (celestial fight training)

Rasiel had been doing a lot more thinking, a lot of worrying, and a lot of time searching for Castiel and Kalliope’s missing sons to no avail. She wanted to help the pack, but thus far coming up with little to no results was frustrating the girl. She didn’t necessarily want to fight either, though she knew it’d be expected that she continue to learn and sharpen her skills in that area. She had picked up on the fact that Castiel was spending more time with his remaining family, keeping them close and staying close to the den. It was the latter part that concerned her. Her uncle was older… getting close to his tenth year.

Rasiel arrived at the gathering site to see faces whom were different from when they last gathered like this. All because of the raid. But she felt certain that, somehow, they were all going to come out stronger for it. Rassie sighed softly, padding close to her littermate before sitting. He’d been injured in the fighting too, adding further to her guilt that she hadn’t been there. That she hadn’t been there to help her family. She didn’t look anyone in the eyes at that moment, instead quietly studying the ground at her paws.