That would be enough

It had been a while since Mortis had used the Armada training grounds, and he was feeling terribly behind on his training. He knew he should fall back into it. He had grown up on a rigorous schedule, but since leaving the Amada had let himself fall lax on all he had been taught.

He felt... uncomfortable, looking to the Armada wolves for a training partner. These were the wolves he had left behind on a whim, and he felt he could feel their judgment from the corner of their eyes.

The Armada wasn't the same pack he had left, with Sirius's attention elsewhere more often then not, and most of the wolves he had grown up with had left, vanished, or past away. He was a stranger in a strangers land.

He walked towards the training ring, wondering if the dummies Asla had once constructed still stood there. Perhaps he could have a few rounds against them... but once he was down by the beach, he realised he wasn't alone. He leaned against the barroks wall, and watched Briar for a moment, as she threw herself into her training. She looked fierce and determined, and watching the younger wolf give her best managed to put a smile on the Winged Wolfs face. "Hey... Briar." He said softly, letting his voice carry along the ocean breeze.