The Makings of a Student!

More wolves filed in, new faces and new scents. Not all of which were Armada. That in itself was interesting. Was this pack she had found herself in one that mingled easily with others? She supposed they did have that market…

She stayed where she was. Moving hurt too much to bother with, anyway, and the lesson started shortly after. She looked at the materials before her, and reflected that this lesson was one of the strangest she had received so far. Perhaps because it was actually educational instead of behaverial. She did as she was told, grabbing the metal pail and then the tree branch. She started to cut it shorter, though her motions were rough. She’d never been given anything sharp before.


"Speech"