Sharpening Swords Into... Swords [WARRIOR MEETING]

Morning dawned sunny and dry then blossomed into an even hotter and drier afternoon. Harbringr yelped when he brushed to close against Ari and was bitten by static electricity. Oh he was ready to move! However, in the mean time he was getting an itch to start living up to his duties. Everything had been chaotic since the volcano erupted. The focus had been on survival and no time ever seemed quite right but with summer's eve only days away Harbringr was ready to get the troops together and at least see who survived the volcanic eruption and which of the younger wolves had an interest in the arts of battle.

Hari spent the afternoon seeking a good place to hold the meeting, finally settling on a smooth, well-shaded floor beneath large and more held together rock formations. He didn't need something falling off and clocking one of the pack members in the head. That would put a real damper on things. The sun shifted down past the rock walls, its light disappearing as evening swept over the territory. Hari napped briefly to give the ground more time to cool and when evening had fully spread her wings Harbringr awoke, donned his armor and stretched. He was nervous but determined. The newly anointed Daimyo tipped his head skyward and called for the warriors of the pack and those that were interested in the arts of battle, young and old alike. He called them to himself. It was time to begin.