Sharpen Your Blades, Keep Them Ready
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Surreal Adravendi |
Despite her recent spars, the silver timber Archangel was restless. Her paws itched to see her pack working on their spars. She hadn't heard any calls for a friendly practice yet, and she aimed to rectify that. Now that her announcements for the upcoming festival had been made, and the ideas had been taken in, she wanted to get Celestial actively practicing the skills that would defend their borders one day - a day that could come sooner, rather than later.
Hoping they were ready would do Celestial no good. No; she had to make sure they would be ready. So she paced along the boulder, laying out a strategy. Castiel hadn't made it to the meeting... And his scent was growing stale. That wasn't good. That left them with uneven numbers, which made for a minor difficulty in pairing sparring partners. However, she came to a decision, and turned, tossing her head back and sending a commanding howl rolling through the Prairie, hoping it would reach ears in Wolfpaw Lake, as well.
She stretched lengthily as her call faded on the wind, limbering her muscles. Today was a day to train, assign partners, and announce that there would be rotations. She also wanted her wolves to take trips to the Battlefield to spar against strangers in order to hone skills and not fall into habits born of familiarity. Familiar with one's pack-mates, enough to work together seamlessly in a tag team against enemy opponents, but able to work alone and switch tactics when needed. She knew Regulus' style; He put his weight and size to advantage; he needed work on agility. That meant a smaller opponent. Faite, perhaps? Excellent.
Her paws finally halted their pacing as she stood squarely on the boulder, watching from her vantage point for her pack to come.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Surreal's family is allowed to crash any thread she is in, regardless of it being private or not.
For once the girl was sticking rather close to home. She'd begun to notice Uncle Cas' absence and that disturbed her, a sting of worry setting in. She was aware he liked to leave a bit, much like herself, but he'd been gone longer than usual. Surely her mother would have something say about it, especially since he hadn't been at the meeting either. She certainly missed him and she definitely felt like she owed him after bringing her back home to the family. A soft huff escaped past her lips as she trotted along the border of Vericona, working her way around on a patrol. Well she'd intended on doing a patrol except the howl of her mother caught her attention. She cocked her head to the side trying to decide what it would be this time, surely something interesting, so she took off towards the familiar meeting place with a grin. She arrived in a timely manner and was surprised to see she was the first to arrive. Had she really beaten everyone, even Regulus? This was a new record for her! Her grin widened and she wagged her tail as she stared up at her mother. "Hello Ma!" She greeted excitedly, taking a seat. She couldn't wait to see what was in store. Walk, "Talk" Think |
There definitely seemed to be an abundance of meetings lately. While there'd only been the first one when the pack formed, the healers meeting he hadn't attended (because honestly who wanted to lose a limb because of his inefficiency to recognize the right herbs), the meeting to talk about the festival, and the spars (which he also hadn't participated in) it still seemed like a lot for such a short amount of time. One of these times he was worried something might be seriously wrong. A new howl rang across the territory and Creed rose from his den where he'd been resting. It didn't have a tinge of worry or anger to it so he doubted it was anything bad. Maybe it was more plans for the festival that she needed to announce. Regardless of what it was it sounded important so he left his den in a hurry, eager to get there in a timely manner. He'd learned that if you were early you were on time and if you were on time you were late. He arrived fairly quickly and was surprised to see that even Regulus hadn't gotten there yet. Surreal and Faite were the only two so far so he offered them a smile and a nod of his head in greeting before taking a seat. Walk, "Talk" Think |