To defeat, the Huns

Citadel setted himself down before Wylan again, his handy stick in his maw. He spat it out, and rested a paw over it as he waited to see what their lesson would need next. He did glance over at his brother to see what kind of stick the golden wolf had brought over.

Wylan’s white bear appeared with a few supplies, and it seemed their teacher was ready for the next part of the lesson. The flint! This was the ‘something sharp’ of the lesson and he was eager to pick out a piece. After some searching through the pile, he found one that was relatively big and sturdy. Hopefully that fit the requirements. He frowned thoughtfully as Wylan started to sharpen a piece of flint, before taking one of the spare pieces of granite. Trying to copy the winged wolf's movements awkwardly.


"Citadel Fatalis"