had been boring. While he did stay on the ship the majority of the time ... he hadn't exactly followed the rules wholeheartedly. But nothing bad happened, and he was where he was supposed to be when they did finally return. So did it really matter? Aresenn didn't think so. A lot of the pups fought their way out the door as soon as they heard the call. His amber gaze found the form of his brother as he darted out. Though, Aresenn would casually stroll out to the beach whenever he saw the opportunity.
Sparrow stood out on the beach with a basket of goods, standing apart from the pups and the seemingly victorious adults. She went on to describe a mock raid of sorts. One that he was excited to participate in. Aresenn found his father among the wolves already gathered. His perceived accomplishment influenced a sense of pride to well in the pit of his gut. He wished he had been there to at least see the fights.
The young Praetor boy was vaguely aware of the exchange of trash talk, but he was content to observe. Participate when it came to his turn. Keeping to himself, he came to the outer edge of those gathered. He reclined to his haunches and patiently awaited further instruction.
Juggernaut
Professor
