Come along, little warriors

Since venturing outside the palace for the first time, Stolas had become obsessed with exploring and understanding the world around him. He wanted to see everything for himself, up close and personal, and understand how it was and why it was. His inquisitive mind had him down by the beach on the sunny summer day, flipping over hermit crabs and watching them curl up into their shells before flailing about to try to right themselves again. It was all terribly fascinating to his young mind and the more he explored and learned, the more he thirsted for!

The young pup's playful antics were interrupted by his father's call further down the beach, causing little red and black stellar ears to prick atop his head. Flipping his most recent crustaceous victim back over so it could scurry off, Stolas hopped to his paws and pranced down the shore until he spotted the giant that was his sire and... some sort of training course? Graphite eyes widened in wonder as he came bouncing up to his father, nudging his ankles with his forehead in a greeting nuzzle. "Good afternoon, father!" he greeted Plague, looking at the training course and the combat dummies. "Is this all for us to play with?" There was excitement and enthusiasm in the young boy's voice, his tiny tail waving across the sand while he eyed the obstacles laid out before him.