Roll Call

Albion sat and waited patiently, not realizing that of all the wolves gathered here, beyond their teachers, he had the most experience. The once prince had been in a raid himself. He hadn’t done very well, but the experience was still there. He was some novice pup, despite what Alastor might have thought about him. Albi was his father’s son, and he was hardly a pushover know nothing. He watched and listened as Relm explained the etiquette of a raid, none of which was unknown to the boy, but he perked up considerably as she mentioned the siege rules. He had not experienced that before.

He shook his head as the question for questions came, he knew what to expect, at least from the defending point of view.

"Albion Klein"