Feed Into The Mayhem

With the pup training having been recently handled, it was time to move up to the apprentices. He wanted to gauge their skills so that he could determine whether or not they were due for promotions. He sorely hoped they'd been working on their chosen paths, else they'd likely just get the common ranks for those paths. He knew when the pack first started there had been wolves with high sights and ambitions. But as time went on, he continued to see less of that. Where had their ambition gone? How could he encourage them to aim higher? Was it his sole responsibility to ensure they were getting the training they needed and more? No. The other members should've been helping, and even if nobody else was then those who wanted higher ranks should've been honing their skills regardless.

Needless to say, he was severely disappointed in the pack and the direction they were going. And he wasn't sure what else to do. Clearly, the last couple of meetings did little to get them in gear...maybe he had to actually start being firm and implementing the warnings and consequences he had threatened.

Standing in the snow at the side of the ship, they'd be doing their training on even terrain today. Tilting his head back, he sounded a call for all the older fighters (though pups could attend if they so chose), and waited.

OOC//Mandatory fight training for fighters 1yr+. Pups are welcome to attend as well. First rounds due by 3/23.