Sharpening Swords Into... Swords [WARRIOR MEETING]

It was clear from a young age Plague was destined to be a fighter type. Never ending legs and the growth of youthful muscle. It was about time the children got their paws dirty. Going from verbal lessons, to light spars, and now true warrior training. The green eyed serpent did not have a singular goal but wished to be well rounded. An experienced hunter, warrior, defender, intellectual, and navigator. A true sense of the world. Most of his siblings already had their sights on crowns and scepters while he was just trying to find the shape of his own paw prints.

His uncle's call was that of a thrilling demand. The high ranking Klein beckoned forth aspiring warriors for some training. The saplings heart thrummed as true anticipation filled his veins. Instantly those large paw carried a monochromatic bodice through the familiar setting. After a short journey the excited yet decidedly expressionless boy entered the clearing. Nods were sent to those in attendance as well as Harbringr himself. Plague sat next to his sister with a few tail lengths of distance between them.