Roll Call

The lesson commenced soon after a couple other stragglers had arrived. Kavik regarded them only with simple glances so he might better get to know the faces of his pack mates, then his attention was solely on Alastor and the pink woman. It seemed the pink wolf would be the one leading their lesson today, as she began to address the group and launched into the topic of today's sermon—raid etiquette. That piqued the dire wolf's interest. Were they planning on raiding someone sometime soon? What fun! Kavik watched the humorous display of their instructor showing how to go for dominance using Alastor as a training dummy, earning a chuckle and snide smirk from him. Any time he got to see Manea's pathetic louse of a husband be made a fool of was a good day in his books.

Kavik had never fought in a formal raid before, but the rules were straightforward and made sense. Matching your opponent's energy and intentions only seemed fair, though he knew that fairness was often the first thing thrown out the window when fangs and claws came out. Still, he could behave... sometimes. At Relm finished explaining the raid section of their lesson, she left the floor open to any questions. Kavik glanced around at the other wolves, noting that no one else said anything. He also had nothing to address, and instead left his focus on their teacher, giving a subtle shake of his head in the negative. So far, so good.

"Kävik av Fjellen"