Lesson One

So. The son in law was some sort of knightly guy. She frowned, deep in thought. A dried flower bouquet for Briar and some oils for his sword, along with a nice cleaning cloth. She could do that. "Oh, Mortis" she piped up, glad to recognize someone's name that she actually talked to "if he can't, I can ask him how to make some. We could do it together, if he's not busy." She flashed Sirius a grin.

"I think I know what to get them" she informed the Warlord "and Abaven" Because unknown to them, the pack would fall before they visited properly. It would be a shame, and a missed opportunity "maybe something educational, for their students and their teachers." Wren had planned on playing to her strengths and displaying a training dummy. It could be useful for showing weak spots, practicing hunting...

"Shall we head back?" she asked, knowing their work - or lesson - was done now.

"Speech"