From his place beside El, Zeke only spares the others the briefest of glances before turning his full attention to the fiery pelted male since he is the one who had issued the summons. He doesn’t have to wait too long for the teacher to begin the lesson and his lips immediately tug up into a smirk at the mention that a lot of them probably haven’t fought in a group setting before. Memories of the training sessions he and his siblings were forced to participate in since they were pups swirl in his mind and the fiery male is correct; they seemed to have forgotten group tactics.
Staying silent, he listens intently to what this man has to say, realizing that, as part of a group, they will all be called on to do and try new things. Group tactics was something that had been glossed over by his mother and had felt like more of an afterthought during his training. Now, listening to Aresenn speak, Ezekiel realizes that there are gaps in his knowledge and he isn’t exactly sure
how he feels about that.
As a natural pause fills the clearing, the tension thick from so many wolves being gathered together, Zeke shifts his weight slightly so he can turn his gaze to look at the two-headed…
thing. His entire demeanor is aloof but he is courteous enough to allow the creature to speak without interrupting them. Next to speak is the monochrome fae who, to the best of his knowledge, is not a Saxe. Still, her words have his lips tugging into a smirk as he turns his attention back to the teacher. This is all uncharted territory in terms of battle knowledge so he keeps silent and allows the lesson to continue on… especially because this is actually beginning to
intrigue him.
"Ezekiel Saxe"
