rules of acquisition 40, 74, 101

Ashmedai had been trying to figure out what was the best "training but not a typical training" he could hold. He knew Tyranis wouldn't wait forever to let him figure it out. So far he settled on melee fighting, but it still felt so lackluster. When Tyr called the pack to meet, Ashmedai wasted no time in approaching, donning his shirt and harness just to make sure he looked extra embarrassing for the pack- his specialty. Confidence in his step, he entered the clearing, landing a large lick from the base of Sparrow's skull to between her ears, sticking his kid's fur up like a little Mohawk. Good, now both of them were meeting ready.