Silent of gusts

Voltage would sit atop his favorite sitting rock, peering at the dens that dotted the beach. Everything was falling into place, more and more of his family were picking their places in the pack, and he was starting them on their training. First and easiest, however, was Gale. While he knew she had the natural abilities to be the greatest of scouts, he needed to go over her position a little better, assess her stealth and agility, and ensure she was going to be safe out in the field. Today was that day! The sun was shining, some crispy extra breakable branches lined the beach, and he had laid a bed of crunchy leaves along one edge of beach. It was a very noisy playground he had set up for them, one that was designed to cause the most noise possible for someone that was meant to be silent.

He smirked, chuckling to himself before shaking his head. This was gonna be fun! Tilting his head back he’d call for her, for his little tailwind, and hope that she’d come to show him what she could do. It would be a one on one session, and if anyone else wished to learn the scouting ways, they would be taught by Gale. This was merely so that Voltage could see what she could do, and ensure she knew exactly what her job was to be.

Plus, he was kinda bored.