Latching On [training]

The male rose from his den as the call was made. His purple gaze turning towards the gray sky as he grumbled a little. The weather had been gloomy for a while, but that of course was because of the hurricane. Standing up, the large muscled man would stretch. Heading off in the direction of the call. This looked to be joint fight training from the looks of it. While Devin was a healer, his body was obviously equipped for fighting as he was bred and trained for. So sparring every now and then was no problem for the odd brute.

He didn't say anything, his forever sleep deprived eyes scanning out before he settled on his hind legs and yawned. Devin wasn't a huge wolf's person. He did his job, and did it well to make sure things went smoothly. He wasn't going to usher coat things just because it was a nicer way of doing them. Devin closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. Then awaited instructions, he wanted to get this over with. So he could go back to collecting herbs and finding new places that grew them.