I'm not leading you astray

Mortis frowned as he looked from Art to Briar. The amusement falling off the formers face, and the weariness that Briar kept about her as she adjusted her armor. [I] But that's not going to be happening any more... [\i] he thought, mirroring Briars earlier words in regards to Art. He wondered if his father knew about this friction between the two when he sent him off to start their training. Knowing that old brute, he wouldn't put it past him. Was Mortis supposed to fix this and turn them into a cohesive unit, or was Mortis reading too much into his father's intentions?

"I would like the two of you to take a moment to talk tactics before you start. Briar has fought me before and has some idea of how I fight. I want the two of you to discuss this, consider tactics thay would work against it, and then utilize them as a team against me. You have five minutes, begin." He ordered. Keeping his voice steady, as he folded in his wings and turned away from the two wolves. Walking a short distance away to give them privacy to discuss taking him down outside of his hearing. He did however watch them out of the corner of his eye, reading their body language. He considered spying on them, but he wasn't their father. He wouldn't go that far.