ribbon cutting

Reflecting on how far they'd come and everything they'd persevered through had a way of always lifting him up. He couldn't help but feel grateful for what they'd both survived, and though sometimes he feared he was no better for it, he had to believe he was. For all they had lost, there was still so much they'd gained. Briefly he thought of Twig and the love they shared before turning his attention back to the lands in front of him, and Theory. "All of this - it's all because of you," he reminded her lightly, though he realized his words likely held far more weight than intended. Sure, they'd all helped work toward the school's open, but really the idea had been her and her alone.

"It'll take time to get into a good rhythm, but once we do..." he too searched the horizon, giving a soft grin. "I have no doubt we'll have wolves lined up at our borders begging to be let in." He leaned to nudge her lightly with his shoulder. Corvus was definitely exaggerating there but it was a nice thought anyway. He'd be happy to teach any students though, even if it was only a few. "Honestly I haven't thought that far ahead. I find myself wishing I had more practical fighting experience when I was younger though - you know, in a controlled environment," he admitted. Sparring his siblings or random strangers was different than sitting and working on actual methods and tactics. "So I'm sure I'll work out something for my first lessons... maybe breaking down a spar step-by-step, pausing between moves and allowing the students to analyze their moves. What about you, though? What's on your syllabus?"