Roll Call

Albion tried to corral his thoughts about the massive changes in his life as his huge ivory paws carried him to the training being held. He still had room to grow in his fighting skill, and if he was going to be partner to the queen he had to be a master in his craft. He paced in to the meeting, a quick scan with his glass eyes brought him veering towards his sister. She was seated by the time he reached her, but the pale brute wasn’t so sure this would be a place to be seated. He turned his attentions towards the vibrant colored she wolf who the rest of them were gathering around. She had been the one to call them here, she was the one to watch.

"Albion Klein"