He had been avoiding all calls for training. He had been avoiding Allen all together, in all honesty. When Starling left that was the last thing Shrike had needed, and depression had fallen upon the boy. He missed his parents, his sisters. He missed the fun they all had together as a family. So his training had gotten absolutely nowhere. He knew Allen was trying as hard as he could to arrange some one on one training with some of the yearlings, to get them into tip top shape... but... a sigh would pass his lips. His "uncle" wasn't the one he wanted to really train under. It was his dad.
Shrike would do his best to pull himself together as he headed for the meeting. He didn't really want to see any of the others as he sat down, but hell, you couldn't go to a gathering and expect to be the only one there. Gaze would quietly lift to Allen, noticing the distressed demeanor his body had.
