Fate her heard there would be spar training, and so the boy took the opportunity to learn a thing or two. He arrived to find his father, his cousin, and an unknown she-wolf ready for a spar or two. Fate cracked a grin. “Father, can I spar with Félicien?” He would ask in a polite tone. He did not mean to offend Kalliope or Frith, but he was more comfortable with sparring family and he thought his father might go easy on him. Logically, his cousin was the best choice, and Fate looked up to the man he was now standing beside.
