student teaching

Deathbelle made her way to the beach of dove island, it was a long stretch that was relatively flat and would take many strides to get from the ocean to the tree line. A perfect place for a meeting. She wasn’t calling the whole of the pack, just those young wolves who wished a mentor and those slightly older wolves who wished to help their own standing and train the pups.

Hopefully this arrangement would promote comradery in the younger generation but also bolster their skills. The yearlings would learn a lot from teaching those with less knowledge than themselves. Now that most of them had been through a raid their experience would be invaluable.

The Empress tilted her head and called out to the young of the pack.