Roll Call

Now that Manea had brought him home with her and officially inducted him into the pack as a full-fledged member, Kavik suddenly found himself with tasks and purposes once more. Where he had been living for himself as a loner, now he was working as a group to contribute to a common cause. Sure, he was mostly doing this to curry favor with Manea to make his frequent trips to her bedchambers even more frequent, but hey, a good fighting lesson and chance to spar never hurt anyone! Especially not if it meant he got to go toe-to-toe with Manea's idiot husband and get to taunt him some more with his ever increasing presence in the violet alphess' life. Kavik arrived to the training grounds later than he would have liked, having found a group already assembled. He gave the wolves he didn't recognize a friendly enough smile, then sat next to a slate blue wolf opposite Alastor and shot a wicked smirk at the dire brute, the challenging gleam in his eyes speaking volumes where his tongue remained silent. This was going to be fun!

"Kävik av Fjellen"