Sharpening Swords Into... Swords [WARRIOR MEETING]

They rolled in like phantoms through the gathering dark. One by one the wolves of Ashen appeared and took their seats, waiting for the meeting to officially begin. He offered a nod of the head to each wolf who arrived, young and old in respectful greeting. Though when Deathbelle arrived he leaned toward her to return the nuzzle, just briefly as she took her seat. He glanced around at the gathered group, pleased with the numbers. There were a few faces missing and he made note to speak with them in his spare time.

"Thank you, everyone, for gathering. This will be a brief meeting. I only have a few items of business before we break into pairs to spar." He felt Ari shift next to him, the macaque settling in for the opening words of the meeting.

"First, if there are areas of interest when it comes to fight training let me know. What do you want to learn? What do you want to work on? Melees? Fighting in adverse terrain? Let me know what you want to get out of these training sessions and I will do my best to make sure your needs are met." Costanza shifted in the tree above him but other than that the barn owl's silent face peered out at the gathering of wolves. The moon reflecting eerily in her dark eyes.

"Second, is anyone in need of a mentor? If you wish to have a more experienced fighter mentor you let me know and I will discuss these with Deathbelle so we can make sure everyone has the resources they need. We are a force of raw potential. All we need to do now is harness it, hone it and sharpen it to create one of the fiercest fighting forces Boreas has ever seen."

He gazed out at them, giving those gathered a turn to speak.