don't lose your fire

As discussed, it was time for Killian to call upon Mortis for a spar session. His head raised to the sky and jaws parted to relinquish that fierce howl into the air. A summons for the Prince and perhaps anyone else that would desire to watch. His parents or siblings, maybe even Odette. 'Curses, that woman.' The fawn fae always seemed to come into his mind. Killian was known for being a passionate being but never did his flirtations invade his mind. Neverthless, he'd be fine with anything coming to watch or learn but the call was meant for the winged pup.

Killian stood firmly in a solid clearing within the plains. The sun was high in the sky for it was just after mid day. The night Owls should be waking and he figured the pup would already be out and about. They were seemingly busy little things. As soon as they could leave the den they did. Killian was picking up more patrols to ensure none of them were slipping out of the territory without permission or nothing was coming in. Pups were innocents and it was the Kleins goal to protect the innocents. He may not be the image of lawfulness but he was an honorable being if nothing else.