I'll Make A Man Out of You

Kassander had heard the call he'd been waiting for... a call from Fendar for them to begin training. He was relieved the warrior had taken his speech to heart, and he was excited - though nervous - to begin, but he loitered among the rocks, lurking out of sight to see who would show up. The sight of Sigmarr, Sindri and Gaia all gathered brightened his countenance, but a count of the remaining wolves made his stomach sink. Really? This was how low their numbers had dwindled? And it didn't look like Maximous intended to join them either, though the gods knew the healer needed as much practice as the rest of them in defending himself. All right... here goes. Kassander braced himself, then moved into the group. "Fender," he greeted with as much calm as he could manage. "Thank you for calling us together. I'm not going to try to take control of the meeting... I am not a warrior, I know nothing about fighting or teaching. This is yours to command... ok?" Meeting the older wolf's one-eyed gaze he searched it anxiously for a sign that this was... good, and the correct thing to do, and not just him abdicating responsibility. ""

OOC: Ok Eve, the floor is yours. You decide the groups (it's uneven so you decide who sits out per Fendar's personality) and the deadlines for spars and all that. I'll make sure it gets into the pack page. :) And guys, you ARE expected to participate.