Ancient Dances
04-24-2014, 09:15 PM
Cael had been drifting through the territory, as he had been tending to do as of late, when a howl in the distance caught his attention. It took him only a moment to realize it was his father's voice and Cael smiled at the sound. He quickly turned his path toward the sound, trotting off in its direction. He hadn't seen Cormalin since he had returned so he was both excited to see him again and to see who might show up to accept his father's offer to spar. He soon arrived, stopping when he saw the black form of his father locked in a fight with the pale form of a wolf he had yet to meet. Seeing them fight brought back memories of his own attempt at a spar with Arwel, making his ears flick back in embarrassment. The art definitely was not his forte. But, perhaps he could learn something from watching them? He glanced over to see Surreal sitting nearby and he moved to sit beside her, giving her a nod and a smile before turning his attention back to the fight. He tried to pay attention to how his father and the stranger were moving and what attacks they were using while at the same time trying to ignore his natural hatred for the violence. Speech Thought Companion Others |