Ready, aim...

He was making a point not to look at Saracyn, but the way that Ava glanced over to him when Albion arrived he knew the man was making him immaturity known again. The young Klein prince ignored him as he leaned back to his haunches and took up his normal regal pose. The rest of the raiding party trickled in as Avacyn began.

The decision was made to train themselves against their ally Valta. Albion cocked his head curiously as mismatched ears perked with interest as she more fully explained. This was a whole pack experience and Albi felt a bit of pride rise in his chest at Avacyn’s efforts and abilities coming to fruition like this. A true queen.

She explained the penalties should they lose, and Albion had no intention of allowing that to happen. Surely Valta couldn’t boast the same skill as Elysium. The prince shook his head, there was no question, only preparedness.

"Albion Klein"