First Rule Of Fight Club...

His first training in Elysium had been called. Ifrit didn't know anyone in the pack yet and had no clue who was who outside of Manea and Alastor. He had to admit, however, that those he did see in passing were rather colorful. He had yet to see a wolf in the pack with bland colors, mostly purples, blues, and reds. He didn't stick out like a sore thumb, and that was something he appreciated. He was still learning the ways of the pack, so he decided he would attend the training even if just to see how they worked.

He arrived to find a...yearling? Leading the training today. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, but he wasn't about to judge the kid. After all, Ifrit was still young in terms of age, and he knew even younger wolves had the potential to be really good at certain things, so maybe this was one of those situations. The blue yearling greeted them as they arrived, and as Ifrit found a spot to sit, he listened to the question posed to them. The purple woman would answer first. It wasn't a hard question, honestly. "The throat, as she said. Or the heart, if you can stab it and your aim isn't off. Both options make for a quick kill."

"Speech"