yuck, muck, and bad luck

Recent rains and threats of snowy flurry had swept over the southern lands they now called home. A normally marshy area now boggy and dense with mud and goop. Birds hardly inhabited the land during the winter season for that reason and that many prey animals tended to hibernate or go further south toward Auster for warmth. With the area open and practically undisturbed, Gilgamesh knew it would be the perfect place for a lesson.

Standing on a relatively dry patch of land so that his paws wouldn't sink into the mud, he tilts his muzzle back. Letting loose a call for all the pups and anyone else who needed it, he waits. Bright yellow eyes scan the scenery, planning and plotting what all his lesson would entail. Depending on how many would show up with dictate whether he start with the basic basics of simply learning fighting stances or if he would pair them up to practice spar.

The Raid King, Gilgamesh