The Nature of the Beast (celestial fight training)

The youth heard the call, though he had been exploring beyond the borders of Celestial. Not too far, but just close enough to where he could get back to pack lands in the event of...well, something like this. He had finally turned a year old, and there was nothing keeping him from finally going beyond the borders to see what was out there. So far, it had been quite uneventful...his mother had up and disappeared, though he hadn't bothered to try and track her. Why should he? She hadn't cared enough about them or else she would have stayed. But here they were. Abandoned by his mother, and he had no clue who his father was. It was just him and his siblings now...

The knowledge that his mother didn't love them enough to stay darkened him considerably. He felt abandoned, and though he was hardly a year old, began to feel resentment. He felt darker tendencies brewing in his heart, and for a brief moment, his mind had wanted to act in a violent manner. What that was exactly, he didn't know quite yet...

Approaching the group, he sat down by himself behind everyone else. Crimson gaze hard and cold as he shifted his gaze across the gathered. He rose a brow as his gaze fell on those who had been maimed at the raid. Though the pack had managed to chase out the invaders, he was fascinated by the damage left behind. He managed to hold back his contempt for those who had come back with such nasty wounds, and after seeing them return, had vowed to himself that he would become stronger then all of them. No such thing would happen to him if he could help it...

Gaze shifting then to the woman who called the meeting, he waited.