smite me oh mighty smiter

Iroh never forgot about his training. His mother was gone and his brother was distant. Sarabi was his closest companion and Banshee was on his mind more often than he wanted to admit. So he focused on patrolling and keeping in shape. He’d lost most of his adolescent gangliness and was near fully filled out. Iroh was turning into an impressive wolf, and he wanted his skills to match his appearance. He’d been training his whole life but he knew he was still learning.

He and Sarabi had been on patrol when they heard Pyrrhic’s call for a challenger. Iroh was quick to reply, as always he was ready in case his cousin needed him. He strove to be Pyrrhic’s General, just like he said when he was a child. ”Pyrrhic!” Iroh called out eagerly, his deep voice sounding more at ease than he felt as he padded up to the other Abraxas. Iroh was always up for a good spar with his cousin.