Lets call it educational

Sleep came easy for the young wolf training under the mentorship of arguably Boreas' most accomplished alpha. Sirius' rigorous training of his body and mind had the boy often exhausted by the end of the day, and Artorias slept like the dead each night. As dawn rose over the eastern sea, Artorias began to stir, his own internal clock keeping him up by dawn from his lifetime of morning trainings and patrols. No sooner had he groaned and stretched, a knocking came at the barracks door. Seer's voice called into him, rousing his attention with the announcement of a special plan for their day.

Artorias rolled to his paws, taking a moment to stretch his body and limber up his sleep-locked muscles with a groan and a yawn, shake out and smooth down his coat, then stepped over to pull the door open and present himself to the Warlord. "Good morning, Sirius!" he said with a smile to his godfather, the cool coastal breeze hitting him in the face to ruffle his fur, the chilly salt-tinged air a refreshing wake up call to prequel the day. "What's on the agenda for today? Will I need my sword or my armor?"

"Artorias Carpathius"