Roll Call

Slowly other wolves started to filter in around them, some family and some not, until it looked like they had a pretty sizable class of fighters attending. He was curious about what this lesson would be after the odd lesson that the blue-hued boy had held and soon enough he got his answer. The pink woman addressed them all and told them they were going to be going over raid etiquette and sparring. This was the first time he had been in a formally structured pack rather than the more nomadic, loose grouping of their family structure so the concept of raiding was a decently new thing to him. Well, at the very least it would be new information for him so the lesson wouldn't feel in vain. He remained sitting while he listened, immediately a bit surprised at how much she emphasized that they weren't to aim at really hurting their intruding opponents. That was going to be a different way of doing things compared to what he was used to, but he supposed that there was the whole thing to consider of pack relations and diplomacy that he didn't much care for.

Relm jokingly demonstrated going for "dominance" over Alastor, but then went on to say that if their opponent went for a more damaging attack then they were free to do so as well. At the very least it was good to know they could fight fire with fire during these things. He supposed he could fight within the rules of this game if he really had to. He glanced to Alastor as they were told to follow his and Manea's lead on what level of attacks to bring to the field, giving a small nod of understanding. It made sense that there would be a difference between a more malicious raid versus something set up for practice. With the floor open for questions, he glanced to the others to see if they had anything to add or ask while he waited to see what the difference between a raid and siege would be.

"Deimos Medacium"