I let myself go

The pack had been sorely quite of late and the children they had watched over in quite and peace where growing to the point that his lack of activity in the pack could no longer be excused by their presence. Twig went to all the meetings that Crucifix called, but now it was his chance to join her. He knew that he was sorely unpractised now in everything and would have to strive to bring himself back into both shape and remembrance of fighting and first aid of healers ? he had begun a small amount of training initially in Valhalla but had not touched a herb since. When a strangers call rang out, hinting of a warrior training he knew that this would be his chance to prove himself. Solor happened to be beside him as father and son fished quietly by the Solstice river. ?Come on boy, lets see what we can learn today? he told his son, nudging him gently with his tail before the pair set off in the direction of the howl.



Solor was still too young to participate but he had begun a few rudimentary steps in his training with hunting and tracking and saw this also as a change to intrude his son to spars ? he knew that in this world it would be far better if Solor knew how to defend himself. They would the second lot to arrive and well he glanced about for Twig and Faun he did not see them, he hoped they would arrive to but it was possible this might just be a father and son event for him and Solor ? after all the call had been a request and not a mandatory meeting. ?Crucifix? he smiled to his alpha, and Twig's brother (the pair had perhaps gotten off to a rocky start but had mellowed out in Solstice) he turned to Qanik then. ?I'm Alpine, and this is my son Solor, I was hoping he could watch?? he asked.