If you can dodge a wrench...

Plague was correct, Ren was already half way to his next adventure, with his little owl cuddled against his neck and Revolver the ocelot at his side. The prince knew that his cat would never be as big as he was, but sometimes it felt like they were the same size. He sure knew how to wrestle like a full size wolf pup. The three of them were thick as thieves, with Ren and Rev bold and boisterous, the little owl Minerva was sweet, quiet, and timid. But she was always watching, and never missed anything. To Ren’s usual detriment. He couldn’t ever lie while she was on his shoulder, like a little golden angel.

For a brief moment after he heard the call summoning himself and his siblings, Ren debated about ignoring his uncle. The young prince had plans to see to! He couldn't argue very much when the little owlet poked him with her talons, reminding him that there was indeed accountability to remember. He huffed and rolled his eyes, but he turned his path and headed back towards the ravine.

Revolver raced ahead of him and burst through the foliage right before Ren tumbled into the lesson. His lavender gaze widening as he took in the classroom that Plague devised. He quickly forgot about whatever he had planned for the night as he slowly padded to his spot, giving his uncle a curious glance as he poked at the fighting dummy.

"Renegade Klein"