Aurielle Adravendi

With eight pups in the pack, it was time to hold a small puppy training session. While her own were half-grown and already into Promisehood in the pack, and Justice’s three were young, it would still be useful to have the mixture of ages and experience. Her pups knew plenty enough to guide their younger packmates and they’d be able to practice together. Lee and Amorielle were down with a cold, but Aurielle would catch the two girls up on what they’d missed. With a hum of breath, she padded to a wide clearing, Ardyn ghosting her steps like a big, fiery black shadow. He’d been contrite since his brawls with the bears. She’d given the large boy a thorough dressing down for his recklessness. He possessed a streak of daring she wasn’t certain she’d had at his age. On one paw, she was proud that he’d leapt to the defense of a fellow wolf. He’d brought the bear down, cut off a threat to Valhalla and local loners. On the other paw, her motherly instincts screeched and pulled at their manes, wailing that he could have been killed! He could have had his face swiped off with one swat of a bear-paw. In the end, she could only give him the dressing down, and then a butchering lesson on bear anatomy. Again. She cast a glance over her shoulder at him, eyes touching over the fresh wounds over his shoulder, baring the dark skin under his black coat. His glowing blood was an enigma she’d never expected when she’d battled to bring him into the world. It was something she couldn’t explain, though she imagined religious fanatics might suggest he was a demigod or a god reborn. He tripped over his own front paws, having been distracted by a dragonfly buzzing past his nose, and she hid a snort of amusement. God of sunlight, fire, and clumsiness. No. He was simply a wolf, a boy with a reckless streak of daredevil thrills. Like her, he was simply born differently, and he’d merely inherited her glowing and shimmering coat, though in different colors. His paws might have come from Red’s side, since Aoife had them too, and the canines were, of course both parents’ doing. The mane and tail hair were her mark, though. Finally she settled in the clearing, haunches lowering as she lifted her muzzle and sang for the pups of Valhalla. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Kaija had no idea what a training session entailed, but she knew she wanted to be a strong warrior just like her mom, so she figured she should show up. Unsure where her siblings were, or even if they'd show up - she figured they would - she took off across the plains at full speed toward Aurielle's call. There was no shortage of enthusiasm in her gait as she crossed the territory at nearly full speed, practically tripping over her oversized paws more than once in the process. She was ready! By the time she found her way to Aurielle she was surprised no one else was there yet, but she was eager to see what they'd be learning today. It took most of her composure to sit down instead of trying to sneak around Ardyn and tackle him, but somehow she managed, butt wiggling all the while.

Coran had stopped in his practiced fighting maneuvers when he heard mom’s call.  This would be perfect!  Coran was a cream blur as he rushed to try and be the first to reach mom.  He found himself a bit behind Kaija who was also racing to get there.  Coran tried to pick up his pace but he couldn’t manage it well enough.  He arrived about 30 seconds after her.  He wasn’t surprised to see Ardyn there and next to mom.   “You beat me,” he said to Kaija playfully, even if she hadn’t known there was a race that had taken place.  He gave her a small wink to the slightly younger pup before moving onward to where Ardyn was, “you look like a mess,” offered quietly with a bit of mirth, “I guess we’ll just have to take it easy on you today?” There was no way Coran could imagine Ardyn ever wanting that, it was just to poke fun at him.  Coran wished he could have been there to help in the fight.  Coran hadn’t seen it but it must have been thrilling.  Ardyn was lucky, both for getting such a fight and for surviving it. Happy eyes looked up towards his mom.  Coran imagined he wouldn’t be looking up to her much longer, the pup could practically feel how fast his body was growing.  Still, Ardyn was getting bigger than him every day and clearly was going to get massive.  Coran hoped that getting bigger was also proof of getting more mature for more freedom and responsibility.  Each day he felt stronger and surely mom and dad saw it too.  “Hi mom,” a friendly greeting even as his eyes would then scan for who else would be coming.   Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

Ardyn had indeed been keeping his head down since his battle with the brown bear in Ulfr’s defense. He knew his mother was at least halfway proud that he’d thrown caution to the winds – all four of them – to defend a fellow wolf, but the other half would have preferred it if he’d sent Chrystal winging away as fast as the owl could go and kept his distance until the adults could come. He tripped as a loudly buzzing insect zipped in front of his face, caught off guard with his deep thoughts, and he was pretty sure he caught the muffled snort from ahead as his mother led him to the activity of the day. Finally, he took a seat near his mother, waiting for the rest of the pups to arrive. He grinned as Kaija arrived first, fighting his own sudden wiggles as the younger child’s energy vibrated. She was clearly trying to sit still and be good. “Hi Kaija! Wanna go exploring later?” Coran was next, and Ardyn smiled a little ruefully at the honesty, “I’m healed enough to spar. We need a rematch, after all.” He finished with a poke of his pink tongue at his brother as his ink black tail bloomed with fire, blurring into a pattering wag against the ground. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Yawning, dragging her feet a little, Aoife made her way to where her mother had called. Not that she wasn't excited for training, she was always excited for training, but she'd had inspiration last night and had stayed up umtil the moon was setting to craft the instrument she'd wanted. It still needed work and tuning but that would wait. Tay clung to a quill like a twig, bright eyes darting as they made their way into the group of other pups and Aoife plopped her butt down. She eyed Kaija with interest, having not met any of Justice's pups yet.

Fidelias had graduated from his perched on the hillock of the den to "patrolling" through the grass surrounding it for whatever enemies or prey the grasslands would yield to a pup. Even in motion, the boy was deliberate of movement, thoughtful and careful with each motion. When the call came for all the pups, he didn't startle though it was unexpected. He merely stopped to listen to it, then thought. They were supposed to stay near the den yet, but the call was very clear that it was for them. They had to answer, didn't they? Though it wasn't strictly following his mother's instructions. She'd sent them off to their father's call without even going with them, so she clearly meant for them to answer calls for them without input.

With that thought in mind he made his way towards the call, working as methodically to orient himself on it as ever, and arrived to see his sister, and a few who were all but strangers. Edging in silently and uncomfortably he seated himself beside Kaija and pressed his shoulder gently to hers for a moment in comfort - ostensibly for her comfort, but really for his own. He felt the weight of so many gazes like it was suffocating, and fixed his gaze off to the horizon so he could pretend otherwise.