Mentor, Mentee

With how well he’d seen Exodus defend Celestial, Regulus knew the boy had great potential to be one of the best in the pack. He knew he would have to thank each member that had come to defend against the raid, and it was no issue for him. However, with the next meeting, there would be words for the whole pack. He was honestly aghast at the fact that it took a raid and serious injuries to get it into the pack’s heads that the need to spar and polish their fighting skills was truly needed, even for a generally peaceful pack.

And it sickened him even more to realize that he didn’t expect the clarity to stick. Since Laisren’s spar, there had been next to none, and that honestly made his blood boil, even at himself, as he hadn’t exactly been hard at work, either.

He shook his head, sighed, then threw a call to Exodus. He had praise for the boy, and he wanted to see what he’d learned from his first real battle.