Balrog arrived shortly after Citadel, padding into the clearing with quiet steps. His obsidian eyes reflected the daylight as they took in the blue winged wolf, Wylan, and the surroundings. He gave a brief glance to Citadel, feeling a pang of competitiveness but also comforted by his brother’s presence.
Without a word, Balrog settled next to him, sitting with a calm demeanor but his muscles tensed, eager to learn. He wasn’t as outwardly enthusiastic as Citadel, but inside, the idea of mastering new fighting stances stirred a deep interest. Balrog had always believed that strength was the key to protecting what mattered most, and with Wylan now recovered, he knew this was an opportunity to sharpen his skills.
Balrog nodded respectfully to the Professor, signaling he was ready for whatever the lesson had in store. Though young, he carried himself with a quiet intelligence.
