Juggling knives

Citadel heard the call, and he always tried to get in on the training sessions that were called by the various Armada wolves. He wanted to learn everything he could. He wasn’t quite as good at picking up book work as his mother was, but he tried. That’s what mattered, right?

He trotted to the training den, where the call had originated from. He didn’t immediately see the winged wolf but he trotted inside and found his cousin a moment after Iskandor did. ”Me too!” He said, tossing Iskandor a cheeky grin before trotting further in. He came to a stop in front of the older winged wolf, looking up at the blue man to see what the lesson today would hold.