Brawl-Town? [Pack fight training/Melee practice... ???]

He was fresh from patrol, but he had plenty of energy in the tank, so when Cairo heard Ardyn’s inviting howl, the Adravendi altered his course and trotted toward the call, tail swaying in a steady wag.

He came to find that he and Amory, plus a man he’d not yet met directly but heard about from his king, were the only ones to accept the invitation for some play-fighting that was also training.

He nudged Amory’s shoulder with a soft chuckle as he took a seat. The morning was barely broken over the horizon, and he could hear the yawning even before he’d stepped into sight from the tall grasses.

He studied Torben with steady curiosity, and not a little ache in his chest. Would Nolan have been this hefty at this man’s age? Silently he brushed the thought away. It wasn’t a time to bring the mood down with errant sadness.

“Morning. Are we doing a melee or…”

He was clad in his armor and bracers, wearing them like a second skin, so he'd be well-protected in the event that they would be playing mock raids.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think