don't lose your fire
mortis
The winged pup bounded in with a chipper attitude. It was rather infectious which was why Killian offered a small smile to the boy. No longer did Killian have to look down at the inky pup. Mortis grew like a weed and Killian figured in a season he'd surpass even himself. The Klein was massive to begin with so it was crazy to picture. But the pup's father was a giant. So, it wasn't too far fetched. It seemed the warlord managed to produce an army with one litter. The thought impressed Killian, but he figured size didn't matter. It was the skill behind it. Thus, he would do his part and aid in the training of the promising prince. "I am glad you came, Mortis." Just as Killian was going to get on with the spar a familiar figure and scent came forth. Blue eyes fell upon the fawn babe as he offered a genuine smile in her direction. Gentle words lifted into the air and Killian offered a nod, "Not at all, Odette. How could I ever deny your company?" A swift wink was flashed in her direction before he turned his attention back to the winged boy. "Alright. Lets begin. Your move first." Eyes narrowed as they were trained upon the Prince. Killian lowered into a defensive stance with flicked back ears and a thick snarl. Killian Klein vs Mortis for Spar
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