Fall upon our stones

Takeshi had been taken on as an apprentice by Sirius, his mother’s Warlord and leader of the Armada. He spent most of his days traveling between Ashen lands and Armada lands like a glowing ship in the night, quietly traversing the lands which he was quickly coming to know like the back of his paw. He did strength building chores or training in general, learning how to throw his weight around and utilise the claws and companions he’d been given. Under the dark man’s tutelage he was quickly gaining in skill.

He’d been tracing along the borders when Sirius’ call went out, recognizing it as a similar call to an event his parents had held. Unfortunately he hadn’t been able to attend the Ashen hunt due to his training schedule, but it seemed he would make up for it with this one. So, he picked up his pace to a lope and headed toward the call. It wasn’t long before he came upon the man along with several other Armada members. His glowing red gaze settled on his master, a low dip of his head given in silent greeting and respect before he settled himself nearby, waiting for instruction.