The call for a lesson would catch F?licien's interest. It seemed like forever since he last attended a lesson. It felt like he was in a rank but simply didn't bear any experience to get there. He still felt more like a draft, in all honesty. But would that make him give up? No. It meant that there was work to be done, so he could improve on himself. No matter the lesson it would be important to attend, even it was aimed towards the drafts. The golden boy would turn to Novella's call, breaking into a trot to reach her.
Surprisingly to him he was one of the first to arrive. His ears would twitch some, looking to Aslan and then his aunt. He'd dip his head to her, giving a small smile. "Do you mind if I participate as well, aunt Novella? I can try helping the drafts too." Share what knowledge he knew and help them grow... develop further bonds in the pack. All of it was vital to the pack being successful, wasn't it?
"Speech"
