With the by-necessity individual issues taken care of, it was time to pull the various guilds together to assess them. There were several adults who had been apprentices for far too long, and they needed to either prove themselves capable or get some major remedial training under a proven warrior to get them up to standard. There was no reason a fully-capable adult should linger as an apprentice. Some, like Delaney, he intended to promote based on the capability she'd already shown. Rogdar would be setting out on a mission that would certainly show his competence, and he saw no reason not to promote him as well if he managed himself well. Others that had made no effort to prove themselves, like Cepheus and Asvor, he would deal with in a group setting.

First, the warriors.

He made his way through the range, which being generally flat and open would make it easier to spread out and still be able to see everyone easily. He'd never particularly been a fan of clearing all obstacles from an area before training because knowing how to avoid or use those obstacles was just as important as any other part of training, but he did want to be able to observe everyone equally so he'd compromise by choosing the wide open area and then not clearing it of whatever sticks and stones littered it.

He sat back on his haunches and raised his muzzle, calling out for all the warriors and warrior apprentices to join him there.

OOC: Required for all accipiters and creance accipiters (warriors and warrior apprentices) and open to anyone else with a fight skill. Posts due 2/22 by the end of the day.

Winter had it out for her. Ever since the season started it seemed like she was ending up locked in battle with a predator every few weeks. Mountain lions, coyotes, and enough bears she could make a rug just from the patches of fur she snipped out of them in combat. Valdís stretched and examined her healing wounds from the last bear attack. All in all everything seemed to be healing up nicely. The skin was still reddish but at least it was no longer bleeding. She needed to get something special for Ásvor. She had shown exemplary skill and patience in tending to her trouble prone lover. Valdís hadn't discussed her relationship with anyone in the pack. She figured they didn't need to know. If it every became relevant then she'd share the nature of her relationship with Ásvor but until then she was enjoying keeping it between them. It was like sharing a sweet little secret. She heard Chaos' call and was swift to answer, curious as to the occasion of his summons. She loped easily out to a clearing where she spied the older man. A swift not in greeting and she took a seat across from him. "Talk" "You" Think

Ares had been busy getting used to being in a pack, though he supposed there wasn't much to get used to other than just getting used to being around more wolves than usual. His father had claimed the lands he had brought him and his sister to, but he remained optimistic and excited about the prospect of showing everyone up and letting them know who was boss...asides from his father and grandfather, of course. Ares had the tendency to throw around a cocky attitude, and given the chance, he'd more than likely throw his weight around as the son of Chaos and he'd make sure everyone knew that. He was just coming back from outside the pack lands after messing with a meek little loner when his father's howl rang out.

Ares wasted no time in answering, lumbering towards his father's call with head and tail held high and a mischevious glint in his eye. While he was used to answering his father whenever he called, he wasn't sure how quickly he would have responded had it been someone else other than Chaos or Valentine. He didn't care enough to respect anyone else, not unless he thought they deserved it. And while he didn't yet know the other pack members, he doubted he'd give them the same courtesy that he gave his family. Once his father came into view, he made a beeline towards him until he was within earshot. "Heya pops, what're we doin' today?" He questioned, curiosity evident in his tone as he plopped down and scratched an ear. He glanced briefly at the older woman that was here, studying her for a moment before turning his attention back to his dad.

Cepheus was aware he hadn't been doing much. Hell, he knew he hadn't ever since he joined the first time around when Enrico was running the place. He wasn't sure what it was...perhaps lack of motivation. Perhaps procrastination. Or maybe he still felt unsure of himself and his abilities. He had no idea, honestly. He never really had a purpose as far as he could tell, never bothered to go and find one. No friends, no family that he was aware of anymore, and certainly no lover. All he had was a pack...but he wasn't even trying his best at that. So when the newer alpha called for the warriors and apprentice warriors of the pack, Cepheus felt a little hesitant. He didn't know if he'd get chewed out for not doing anything. Or maybe even kicked out...he frowned as he made his way there, suddenly dreading the idea of being kicked out. Why though? It would be the same as now but...without a pack. He supposed he would feel like more of a failure for being ejected from a pack. All he had to do was try and just prove himself. Sighing, he approached the others and sat with them. He almost looked like a pup that was in trouble despite his trying to act like the adult he was supposed to be. He had gotten used to Enrico before, too. Wanting to look up to him...Chaos was a completely different ball game. Ceph didn't grow up with any guidance, so maybe after this...he could seek out Enrico and get some advice. Speak

Jupiter strolled onto the scene with Amadeus riding high on his neck. The little tamarin had several strands of long brown grass trailing from one fist. He was sure that whatever the wolves were doing wouldn't concern him in the end so he'd brought a little project along to keep himself busy. Reaching the small gathering, Jupiter grinned impishly at Chaos and canted his head slightly in greeting. On its face the gesture was a bit irreverent considering who he was addressing, but it was the closest thing Jupiter had to respectful. "Uncle." After stopping a few feet away from Chaos, Jupiter seated himself and bent forward to let Amadeus down. The pint-size primate clamored off and sat down beside his friend. After smoothing his little mustache he picked up the tangle of wet brown grass and began to twist them together. "Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”