The Way of the Fist
The pack had been too lax, including him. Though Kairi took up a lot of his time and after Faite's absence, he decided it was time to get up and start doing something other than playing with Kairi all the time. Now that Faite was back, he was feeling better and a little less perturbed when she had been gone. He stretched outside of his den and shook off any dirt that had clung to his pelt. With the change of the season, the snow was melting and with it would come warmer temperatures. He had been patrolling the borders a lot, and a certain smell in the territories disturbed him. He had scented the strange rainbow child that Faite had taken in some time ago, but her scent was different. He didn't bother to confront her about it though, figuring the foreign girl would refuse to tell him. He thought Kairi was a wild one, always going off and exploring...but even she had the sense to stay out of trouble.
Whether or not he smelled was true, he was going to call everyone together for some training today. The pack had never really had fight training, and it was high time they brushed up on their skills. After all, who knew when someone would invade or if they'd have to defend themselves. His former pack had been keen on going to war with another pack, and Lirim could be next. Maybe it was paranoia, but whatever the case, they needed to be prepared and he needed to get more involved.
Leaving his den, Zell took off to the middle of the valley. Once there, he threw his head back and howled, calling all members of the pack together. While he knew Kairi had never been in a fight before, it was only a matter of time he was sure...and his children? They needed to know how to defend themselves. They all needed to be prepared in general for whatever might come in the future.
OOC// Mandatory for all members of Lirim! Those who don't show may face consequences. First rounds due by 1/31! |
