Azalea padded back into the Valhallan border, looking around. She was cautious of a reprimand. Lately she had become more separate from her pack and she hadn't even talked with Chrysanthe since being appointed Heir. The wedding was right around the corner and with everyone tied up and her parents gone, the solo child was left to wander in and out of the pack lands as she pleased. On occasion she would cart Sarak along with her but he honestly was most at ease here in Valhalla. There was no greeting for her. No one patrolling the area. It was late afternoon and she was headed home to find her bed in the heart of the territory. She decided to delay her trek across the final stretch, crossing the markers and sprawling out right there on the other side. She was in plain view, a show of her growing confidence. Even had she not been in Valhalla she would have done it. The runt child no longer frail and like Soleil but instead becoming more and more like Collision or rather, more like herself. She rolled over, onto her back, watching the clouds. It was the time of afternoon that the clouds went all colorful. Pink, orange, blue, purple. Speech,

He was back. After having wandered off with Soleon for who knows how long, time had blurred together after having left his home, he was finally back. He'd sated his desire to wander, to know the world, but he was tired of it now. Wandering had been fun for a while, but then homesickness began to set it. As much as his father wasn't around because of pack duties, he missed him. His father was his idol. He was the man Gael looked up to and would always look up to. And although sometimes he wasn't the best dad around, the now one year old missed his old man. And so the young Adravendi had wandered back the way he'd gone, unbridled relief settling into his bones as his ivory paws touched down on familiar soil. The young boy stopped at the battlefield for a brief moment, his ocean blue eyes hidden beneath closed lids as he tasted the air of Alacritis. Familiarity rushed through his veins, the organ in his chest picking up an excited pace. Valhalla was close.


Stirring himself into action, the boy galloped through Ala, intent on returning back to the land that he'd been born in. How would his father react to his return? Would his siblings greet him with open arms? What about his mother? Had anyone even missed him and his brother? Where was his brother, speaking of him? He hadn't seen Soleon since they had both departed from Valhalla. Had his brother already returned to Valhalla or was he still out there exploring? He figured he would find out. Familiar scents, ones he hadn't encountered in a long time, filled his nostrils, warming up his insides. Home. Gael halted at the border, limbs slowing until his gallop had stilled into nothing and he was quietly observing the inside of Valhalla. It didn't look any different than when he had left, but it sure did feel different. The young brute lifted his crown up towards the wind, ebon nasals catching a new scent marker. It was female, but it smelled of family. Was there a new relative of his that had come to power? When he'd left his father had been in charge of the pack. Had something happened between then and now? And if so, then what? There was a lot of catching up that he had to do.


Knowing that anyone who encountered him would easily recognize him as an Adravendi, at least he hoped they would, Gael crossed the border with an easy bound. He could've just stepped over it, but he felt like he needed to firmly plant his paws on his home soil, to prove to himself that he was really home now. But as soon as he crossed over, a strikingly familiar scent invaded his nostrils, stealing his attention. Ocean blue pools tracked the origin of the scent to a creamy female, her crown adorned in a clay shade. He knew that coloring...Azalea! His sister! What was the chance that not even two seconds after having stepped back into Valhalla that he would run into his sister, of all people. Gael barked, his ivory-tipped tail wagging madly behind his haunches as he launched himself forward, powerful stilts propelling the boy forward as he rushed to Aza's side, gaze drinking her in. It was really her. Damn, he'd missed her so much! Aza! he exclaimed happily, showering her clay face with kisses, overjoyed at seeing his sister again.



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As she lie there on her back, watching the clouds, she contemplated the restless nature growing inside her. Was this what her mother had felt before leaving her parents and siblings behind in a world that Azalea would never know? It was extremely doubtful that he mother had come from some terrible life. She was too kindly for it. A fear struck her heart at the thought that she could ever be tempted to leave her home here in Valhalla. She was born to this pack and was bound to it in every possible way. For as much as she wanted to roam, to learn more about the world outside of the pack, she had never harbored any need to leave. She sighed, hoping things stayed that way. Her relief was short lived, shoving her next into a mini panic attack over the thought that if things remained as they were in Valhalla, she would one day be the wolf the enter pack looked to for answers. She could only hope that by that time she would have the answers they needed and the strength to be a good leader. Failure was not an option. There was a bark that sounded from far too near, causing her to roll to her toes, bouncing up into a defensive standing position. What her amber eyes caught sight of was not a threat at all. Well, maybe to her heart which was now fluttering wildly in her chest cavity. Gael. Could it really be her brother? Where was Soleon? Was Soleon following behind? She looked around but only for a moment before her happiness crazed brother caught her. His affection rained down on her and her tail whipped just as wildly as his did. "Gael!" She reared up, paws locking around his neck. She was not worried of his ability to support her weight. She was petite compared to him, lacking a whole 5 inches in height alone. She gave him two long licks right between the eyes before releasing him and dancing away from his reach. "Its been so long! We need to celebrate. We need to tell.. someone. Is Soleon with you? Is he coming home, too?" Her questions all blurred together and she paced in circles. She stopped, ears rising high on her head and eyes meeting those that watched her. "Mother and father are not here! Glaciem needed mother's help in training healers." She paused, her mind wheeling back to the last time she had actually seen her brothers. It had been forever. When last she had seen a pup, now an adult stood before her. "Everything has happened since you went away, Gael. Father gave up the crown but not before making a lot of wolves mad. It was terrible. Cairo took temporary control and tried to give Valhalla to Epiphron and a wolf named Icarus. Epiphron gave her position to Chrysanthe, she's going to marry Maverick of Seracia very soon. Syrinx challenged for the throne but lost. So Chrysanthe is our only alpha now. Things have calmed down now, much better than they were and oh, Chrysanthe named me Heir. But I don't know when our parents will be back, I guess when they finally get all those healers trained up. I guess their lead healer was murdered, that sucks, but who knows." She had to stop to catch her breath, rambling through the details in a very monotone voice. Speech,

He didn't think that he would run into any family members this quickly, or really anyone for that matter. Despite the scent markers from the newly appointed alphaess, a relative of his from what he could tell, he hadn't scented anyone near the border or anywhere close by. He'd figured he would wander in and just roam for a bit, maybe find somewhere to settle down for the rapidly approaching night and then set out in the morning to see who of his family he could round up and greet. But it seems unconsciously, some of his family, Aza to be exact, had been just expecting him. Or maybe it really was just a coincidence that she happened to be at the border right when he decided to come back. Then again, there weren't such things as coincidences. Well whatever the case, he was just happy to see his sister again. He'd missed her like crazy!


She'd heard his call and rose to her paws, though her body had shifted into a defensive stance. He almost wanted to laugh at how silly she was being. He was no threat to her, unless she counted drowning her in kisses as one, then yes, he was a huge threat at the moment. Recognition kicked in and her defensive stance melted away as she called out to him, rearing up to wrap her paws around his neck as he'd approached her, salmon tongue running a trail down between his eyes before she disengaged herself from him, prancing out of his reach. He took it all in stride, a huge grin curling his lips as she exclaimed her having missed him, wondering if their brother Soleon was trailing behind him. She quickly began talking, firing question after question at him, throwing news in his face that he wasn't really expecting. He listened intently though, the smile fading from his fa?ade as he absorbed all the information she was throwing at him. Its been so long! We need to celebrate. We need to tell.. someone. Is Soleon with you? Is he coming home, too? Mother and father are not here! Glaciem needed mother's help in training healers. Their parents weren't in Valhalla? Glaciem....Gael racked his brain, thinking back to the times his father had told him about the other packs in Alacritis. Glaciem....it rung a bell. Did he have family there? He felt like he did, but he didn't need to worry about that now. The point was that mother and father weren't in Valhalla but in Glaciem. Were they staying there permenantly or were they just helping? He hoped they were just helping. Valhalla was their home. They didn't belong anywhere else.


The young boy pulled himself from his thoughts, needing to continue listening to Aza as she relayed more news. Everything has happened since you went away, Gael. Father gave up the crown but not before making a lot of wolves mad. It was terrible. Cairo took temporary control and tried to give Valhalla to Epiphron and a wolf named Icarus. Epiphron gave her position to Chrysanthe, she's going to marry Maverick of Seracia very soon. Syrinx challenged for the throne but lost. So Chrysanthe is our only alpha now. Things have calmed down now, much better than they were and oh, Chrysanthe named me Heir. But I don't know when our parents will be back, I guess when they finally get all those healers trained up. I guess their lead healer was murdered, that sucks, but who knows. Well at least one of his questions was partially answered; his parents weren't permanently leaving Valhalla. That was good news. Aza was right when she said that a lot of things happened during his absence. Chrysanthe. That was the name of the female who'd marked the borders and was now leading their pack. Her name sounded familiar, as did Epiphron...They were...his aunts? It sounded plausible. He would confirm that later on. Now Cairo was his grandfather, he knew that much. He couldn't quite remember if he'd ever met his grandfather, but he did remember the aging brunette man. But there was one name that stood out to him. Icarus. Who was this fool? He had never heard the name before. A rogue trying to worm his way into his family? Gael bristled. Why would his grandfather try to hand over the throne to a stranger? He supposed he would find out later, if he ever got a chance to ask his father or grandfather about it.


Gael took a moment to process the news, doing a double-take on the last bit. Heir. Azalea was Heir now? Did that mean that she was going to be an alpha someday? Wow, that was pretty cool. He waited until she'd let everything out before allowing himself to speak, fa?ade rather serious as he spoke. I mean, I don't think my return is much cause for celebration, but if you wanna run around telling everyone, I don't have a problem with that. As far as Soleon, I haven't seen our brother since we both headed out to roam. I figured he might have already found his way back here, but I guess that's not the case. he paused for a moment, crown craning towards his right shoulder, ocean blue pools gazing back at the way he came, as if his brother would come trotting up any moment. But when no one came Gael turned back to his sister, continuing on. I noticed the new change. I could smell the new scent markers. Chrysanthe is our aunt is she not, and Epiphron as well? Their names sound familiar but I can't quite place them. As far as father giving up the crown, do you know why he did so? It's fine if you don't, I can always find out later. But our parents will be back right? They aren't staying in Glaciem long I hope. But who's Icarus? I don't remember ever hearing about him. Why was grandfather going to give the power to some random stranger? He could've run Valhalla straight into the ground for pete's sake! He wasn't usually one to get involved in the politics of running a pack, but putting a stranger in charge didn't sit well with the young Adravendi.


He took a deep breath, letting the agitation that had begun to work itself inside him melt away. Syrinx is our uncle, yes? I remember hearing about him, but I don't remember if I ever met him. Never liked him from what I've heard about him. I'm glad Chrysanthe was able to beat him. She is much more worthy of holding the title of alpha than he is. And speaking of titles, I think congratulations is in order little sister. I'm glad to hear that you have been named heir. It suits you. He smiled, the seriousness having faded, presenting his smaller sister with a mock bow, plume wagging playfully behind his haunches as he reached out, bumping her nose with his. I've sure missed a lot. But I'm really glad to back. Wandering got boring after a while. he chuckled good naturedly, watching his sister with a gentle azure gaze.



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Lacking in trepidation the lord would move, his figure roaming unannounced to the chivalrous little beings of Valhalla. Though, he belonged in such a category. While he was more serpentine of the lot, his heart was powerful and true. Strong and honorable. His nose lifted to the scent of another. Dancing in delightful notice of some foreign scent. though, the closer he got, he would come to realize that the scent he was finding was not unknown. Gael Adravendi home again, how nice. Gael, Soleon, and himself had been the only Adravendi's born into a very long line that were male's. The last being Cairo, and of course, Collision was no truly an Adravendi. Though, the title was his to hold, thus it was his children's.

A particularly interesting set of lyrics graced his ears as he approached and a disappointed smile enveloped his features. He didn't think he was fit to rule, eh? Grunting from the distance he would move, increasing his speed, to bring him to the side of the younger children. Though, they were arguably about full grown. Needing to still mature though, yes, that would be best, "You've been gone near 9 months and yet you see me not fit to rule? Interesting..." the thought didn't stir well with the russet lord and he would find himself sitting beside them, crafting a makeshift triangle between them, "Chrysanthe didn't beat me. I stopped the challenge when I watched my father have a heart attack," That much was true, and hopefully, Gael wound understand the levity and wrongness of his words. Assuming things without having been given the entire story.

"When my father passes, I still become the patriarch of our family, I will still lead us to greatness. Chrysanthe rules well, just as I would have, don't be so quick to speak young one," The male's tail writhed behind him in curiosity. How would they respond? Would they digress at the respect for Cairo? Surely, knowing now that something so horrendous had happened, they would realize that he had the strength to stop; to digress, at the site of his father, his beloved sire falling into the powers of the Earth. It wouldn't be long before the man was gone, and honestly, the thought did break syrinx's heart. It also broke him to witness these children scrutinizing him when they realized little of his own capabilities.
"Speech!".

She licked her lips as he proclaimed that is return was nothing to make a fuss over. Azalea let him continue, not breaking in to say that she really wanted to tell her parents but couldn't unless she was planning on running all the way to Glaciem, and honestly, his return wasn't that important. "I noticed the new change. I could smell the new scent markers. Chrysanthe is our aunt is she not, and Epiphron as well? Their names sound familiar but I can't quite place them. As far as father giving up the crown, do you know why he did so? It's fine if you don't, I can always find out later. But our parents will be back right? They aren't staying in Glaciem long I hope. But who's Icarus? I don't remember ever hearing about him. Why was grandfather going to give the power to some random stranger? He could've run Valhalla straight into the ground for pete's sake!" She nodded to his first questions, the easy ones. Her brother's words set her ill at ease, and it showed in the way she shifted her weight uncomfortably and looked away from him. "Cairo has never led Valhalla wrong. He knew what he was doing." It was all she said, her lips tight. "Syrinx is our uncle, yes? I remember hearing about him, but I don't remember if I ever met him. Never liked him from what I've heard about him. I'm glad Chrysanthe was able to beat him. She is much more worthy of holding the title of alpha than he is. And speaking of titles, I think congratulations is in order little sister. I'm glad to hear that you have been named heir. It suits you." Honestly she didn't feel Gael had the right to just show up after being gone for so long and judge things with one blow like he was. He hardly even knew their family and yet he chose sides quickly. Sure, Azalea was happy that Syrinx had not won but she understood his wanting to step in and bring some stability to their pack at the time when it was most unstable. No doubt he would have but his lead surely wouldn't have been the sort they needed. In the end Valhalla was a fragile place, full of wolves who needed love and support not military guidelines. Her throat sank to the pit of her stomach when Syrinx appeared. He moved with purpose, eyes on Gael. Clearly he had overheard too much for her brother's own good. "You've been gone near 9 months and yet you see me not fit to rule? Interesting..." She frowned. Given recent events it was safe to say the Azalea did not trust her uncle. She understood Chrysanthe taking no action against him but it was hard to be around a wolf who, for all she knew, could attack anyone for any minor grievance. Her uncle sat, showing that he would be staying for a while. Azalea sat too, sighing lightly and as muffled as possible so that it was only a whisper. "Chrysanthe didn't beat me. I stopped the challenge when I watched my father have a heart attack," this was true. It was hard to forget that gut wrenching moment. "When my father passes, I still become the patriarch of our family, I will still lead us to greatness. Chrysanthe rules well, just as I would have, don't be so quick to speak young one," Azalea looked at him with a raised brow. Why did the males in her family think it was so great to keep the family name afloat? Of course should she wed in the future, she would proudly take the name of her husband should she be her true love. Adravendi was just an extra to her name, Azalea was the only part of real significant meaning to her. "So what will you do now, Syrinx?" She bit her tongue, refraining from prodding on a fight. There was no way she could fight him and she wouldn't have Gael trying to assist her. Speech,

He could see the nervous tick that was gnawing away at her, he could see it in the way she shifted before him, allowing her amber gaze to move away from him, murmuring that their grandfather had never lead Valhalla astray. She had a point there. Their pack was one of the biggest on Alacritis, flourishing under the rule of his grandfather and then the rule of his father. Yes, he has. And you're right Aza. I'm sorry for not having faith in the decision of our grandfather. I suppose I don't have much room to opinionate since I've been gone for so long. A part of him now was starting to think that perhaps his having wandered off hadn't been such a good idea. He'd been gone for nearly a year and so many things had changed in Valhalla. He was aware of the biggest changes, but he didn't know the backstories to them. He had left his family for his own selfish reasons and was now back, trying to worm his way back into something that maybe he had no business being in anymore. Had coming back become a mistake?


As he watched his sister absorb his words, which now thinking about it he probably shouldn't have in the first place, given his recently having come back, the sound of paw steps behind him alerted him to the arrival of another wolf. The scent was familiar; an Adravendi. As his family member came into view, Gael was a bit unnerved. The man before him had the skin from his lower jaw completely gone, exposing the actual jaw itself, all bone and with no muscle or tendons to speak of. The signature blue eyes and scent of Adravendi drove the young boy to assume that this was his uncle Syrinx. He couldn't remember meeting his uncle, but he was the only male family member he had, aside from his brother and his grandfather. There was no else that it could be. The russet man spoke up, finding it rather interesting that the young Adravendi found him unfit to rule. Hearing the words thrown back at him, he was beginning to think that he probably should have kept his opinions to himself, since they apparently couldn't be justified due to his absence.


His uncle continued on to say that he hadn't lost to his aunt Chrysanthe, but instead stopped the fight because his grandfather had had a heart attack during the challenge. Gael backed up a step, ivory tipped plume whipping uneasily between his hocks, audits pinned half way down his skull. A heart attack? Was his grandfather alright? Forgive me uncle, I speak without reason or justification. I spoke without thinking. He offered up a bow to his elder family member, audits pinning themselves flat against his skull as he realized the wrongness of his spoke words. Is my...grandfather alright? came his quiet question, ocean blue eyes intent on the russet man before him. Perhaps his uncle wasn't as bad of a man as he had previously thought him to be. He would've taken his words back if he could've, but it was too late now. He would just have to be more mindful about what he said out loud next time. Excuse my loose tongue uncle, sometimes it has a mind of its own. The yearling dropped his gaze to his white-tipped paws. What an impression to make upon his return.



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Never one for smooth entrances he would of course be looked at with eyes filled with wonderment and curiosity. He would be faced with wondering what they were truly concealing from him, and a part of him had to wonder if his niece and nephew harbored ill thought for him. Azalea had been strong through and through for her pack, noticeable and grand. She was a pretty thing and a fine Adravendi, regardless of if her surname gave her a sense of entitlement or not. Gael, had been absent, though, it was not something Syrinx would condemn him for. After all, he too had lacked the proper appearance in society to become an adequate king. What a shame. Still, his chance was on the horizon and he had no doubt that with time he would become a perfect and flawless ruler.

His eyes watched Azalea carefully, wondering what the healer's daughter was capable of. Though, all things considered, she did not just hale from a healer, in her veins was also the blood of an incredibly powerful man. A warrior. Which had she chosen? Or had her talents been compromised. Perhaps she was better suited to be a mercenary, a woman of tact and diligence. Dedicating her life to doing something greater. A question dropped from her lips and he shrugged his shoulder, "Likely find Eos. She wants her own kingdom, and I've no doubt she'll get one. I, of course, will pledge my allegiance at her side and rule beside her," There was something he did not know yet, something foreign. Not only would his sister become a queen at his side, but quite bluntly, a Queen entirely. His Queen. His wife. It was likely stir something for Valhalla, Adravendi's and even multitudes of men, but there was the fact that Syrinx would eventually learn he didn't care for criticism. Silence the foe; that was all there were.

"We all do," he very well knew that his attacking his sister came without justification and for such acts of obnoxiousness he had apologized, and would remain true to such words. Regardless of this, he would face each day like any other. He had digressed, allowing Chrysanthe her throne, and in the end, he supported her as though he had supported their father. Now any challenger to the throne would not only face defeat at her jaws, but destruction at his paws, "Cairo is perfectly fine, granted, I don't believe his time on this Earth is all too extensive," He knew his father's days were very numbered, alas, it was what came with the territory of it all.

"Truthfully, have either of you been trained in the art of combat?" Pr was it time for their uncle to step in and play a vital role to their survival?

"Speech!".

Gael seemed to take a step back, accepting that he should have faith in Cairo. "Yes, he has. And you're right Aza. I'm sorry for not having faith in the decision of our grandfather. I suppose I don't have much room to opinionate since I've been gone for so long." She held a straight face, not rude enough to outright agree with him but not nice enough to disagree. Her brother also seemed to take a step back when it came to Syrinx, maybe realizing that when in a pack he couldn't always throw out opinions. Or maybe he was just used to speaking out loud without any reprimand for his words. Uncle. Uncle. Uncle. Honestly, Azalea had never called Syrinx by anything other than his name. She knew his relation to her but she had her reserves, clearly. Syrinx eyes her curiously and Azalea tried to ignore it for as long as she could before meeting his solid gaze to throw a question at him. He shrugged, speaking in a way that made it sound like some things were left to be found out. "Likely find Eos. She wants her own kingdom, and I've no doubt she'll get one. I, of course, will pledge my allegiance at her side and rule beside her." Azalea said nothing though the light of surprise shown in her eyes at the mention of Eos. She was the aunt that Azalea often forgot she had. The two had disappeared and only Syrinx had returned. Syrinx allowed room in his words, as if there was the potential for change, but she had the feeling that once he set his mind to something he preferred it to stay that way, using force to keep it from changing. He would find Eos. She would rule some --hopefully-- foreign kingdom. "Cairo is perfectly fine, granted, I don't believe his time on this Earth is all too extensive." Azalea lowered her head, looking very somber as she allowed a moment of silent consideration to that fact. No wolf was immortal, no wolf lived forever; but if there were ever one wolf, it should be Cairo. "Truthfully, have either of you been trained in the art of combat?" Azalea perked up at this question just as vibrant light slipped through a crack in the trees and set her brother and uncle awash in an orange glow. "I have not been trained formally, but I used to watch Chrysanthe spar." Realistically speaking Azalea had displayed an interest in all the most basic fields of work. She merely wished to serve a useful purpose in the pack. As a young child she had dabbled in herbs, so she knew the most basic ones and the most fragrant and easy to notice ones. Then at about five months of age she drew a sharp interest in fighting and started to observe Chrysanthe. Most recently she had been hunting more, testing her abilities. She had the breeding to choose whatever path she liked and honestly her passion was still in fighting. Hunting had never been overly drawing to her, other than it gave her purpose and allowed her to be active just as she desired. Azalea was a good group hunter. As for healing, she loved the scents of herbs and the fact that plants could be used for most any ailment. If she wanted to, she could be a talented healer but it wasn't active enough for her. Azalea needed an adrenaline rush and she wouldn't find that by sniffing out herbs. Speech,

Aza said nothing to his words, her face stoic, neither agreeing with him or disagreeing with him. Was she realizing that maybe having her brother back wasn't such a good idea? She'd seemed pretty excited about him being back just a few minutes ago, but now he wasn't too sure. He hadn't expected anyone to be jumping for joy at having finally returned, but a part of him thought that at least someone would be glad that he'd finally found his way back. Better late than never. But now it didn't seem like his arrival was very much welcomed anymore. Perhaps he had really been better off wandering out alone. What use could he be to Valhalla after all? He was sure it had more than enough members and his contribution would be a tiny drop in the giant lake that was Valhalla. Right at that moment, he felt out of place and unwanted. Maybe he should have never come back.


His thoughts were sidetracked as Aza's question registered in his head, cerulean gaze rotating to fixate itself on his uncle as the russet man shrugged, as if his plans weren't of much importance, describing how he would find a woman named Eos and how she would eventually rule a kingdom and he rule beside her. Eos. Eos. Eos. That name sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put a face to the name. Could she be her uncle's mate? Or perhaps another family member that he had failed to meet before his prolonged absence? He wasn't too keen on talking at the moment, his words having worked against him, so he kept his question to himself, knowing he would be able to find out later on. So he settled for the moment, still unable to find the decency to allow himself to sit between his sister and uncle. He felt as if any moment he should turn around and just walk off, tell his sister to forget that she had ever seen or spoken to him and wander off once again, only this time around he wouldn't return. Would anyone care if he left for good? His parents were off in Glaciem, they would never be the wiser. And Azalea was the Valhallan Heir now, certainly she had some new things that she had to learn, things that would keep her occupied and allow her to disregard him from her mind, as if he'd almost never existed. It would be simple and painless. But did he really want to permanently turn his back on his family for good?


And then his uncle was speaking again, in a way forgiving him for his loose tongue, commenting on how everyone spoke without speaking. That might be true, but that was still no excuse for him having rattled off his thoughts out-loud without having thoroughly thought them through. It didn't make him feel any better, if not made him feel that much more pathetic. Just as his thoughts began to borderline self-loathing Syrinx spoke up once again. His grandfather was alright, but his days were numbered. The young Adravendi lowered his head, audits pinned flat against his skull. He would have to visit his grandfather soon before the Adravendi Patriarch became one with the earth. He couldn't bare the guilt if Cairo were to pass and he had never gotten a chance to speak with him. His somber mood began to lift as his uncle question the two siblings about their knowledge of combat. Fighting. War. Warriors. It had always intrigued the young man, but not because of the glory of it all. It was another form of helping people. A much more violent one, though not always, he felt it was his duty to help protect those that he could. He allowed Aza to speak first before he spoke up. I got into a few scuffles in my absence, but nothing that you could call formal training, though I do have an interest in the arts of combat. Would his uncle offer up an opportunity to train them? It would give the young man a chance to get to know his uncle and be able to make a more informed opinion about him, as well as being taught the finer things of combat.


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He is silent as they talk, biding their talking and their wandering. A silent chirp runs from the lips of the babes and his tail lashes in mild irritation. Though, it would quickly subside, "You may question my loyalty to this place- both of you- but you would learn in watching me that every action I perform has purpose. Should I ever leave, it would be because I would think I could gain this place support from the outside. Foundation is the base of a strong place, no?" Smile drawls over his inky lips and he waves his muzzle to the side in response to Gael, "Forgiven,"

No surprise to him, the children have not been given adequate training and thus, he steps in, ready to offer himself in the best way possible, Would a spar between you two be possible? How I would love to judge, to train, to assist," silence overcomes him and his eyes dance between both of them, seeing if they would like to follow through.