now the moon hangs in full [mtg!]
12-06-2014, 12:08 AM
People were gathering, but the boy would not pay too much attention to them. Head lay over his paws, eyelids closing over those firey orange eyes of his, helping soothe that headache of him, though it was very small. His stomach was beginning to act up again, feeling like a witch's cauldron, bubbling. It wasn't till his mother spoke that he opened his eyes, slowly parting and shifting over to her dark form. Natalya apologized for waking anyone who might have been sleeping, explaining that this would be the start to a serious shift for their pack. Hercules blinked, holding it a few seconds before reopening once more, trying to calm the turning stomach. The alphess continued on, voicing her displeasure at the lazy group of wolves, they would enforce rules and they should be diligent in training sessions. Conan expected people to host regular training sessions and participate in them, the first occurring soon. Phoebe and Hani were also expected to host a training session in healing for the pack and needed to decide a date to do so, while her and Helios worked on hunting sessions while Alectrona was being taken care of by Rurik. Hercules took in a deep breath, noting who was leading what session but that was pretty much it. Natalya wanted everyone to practice fishing and swimming, no venturing to the mainland for prey. She, at least in his own eyes, insulted the wolves briefly before moving off the topic and looking towards him and Chione. The boy tried straightening himself to be at least a little presentable now that she was directing her, and possible the pack's attention, on them. She informed them that her children would be yearlings soon, and it was time for them to choose where to focus their talents; healing, fighting, or hunting. She wanted them to come to her within the week to inform her of their decision. To this he nodded his head before laying it down on the ground when she turned to the whole pack now. It was nothing that concerned him at the moment, so Hercules would heave himself up into a sitting posture, take a deep breath then push himself to stand up. He wouldn't leave immediately tough, waiting for his mother to dismiss them first. "speech.thought.you." |