Cifarelli chose to be more active in the lives of the various pups being born. So many filled the Syndicate grounds with their stench to the point it became overwhelming. However, as a member, he knew he would have to play his part one way or another. Especially with his brother breathing down the his back. The position of being lead Gezgen was nearly in the palm of his hand. Though it seemed so far away. To the point that Cifa could taste the promotion in his tongue. It was why he’d chosen to do this. His vocals rang strong against the Spring breeze. Climbing above the trees and traveling to call all the pups that wished to learn. Once he felt satisfied with the results, he chose a log to settle upon. Gaze sweeping over the area with a tight expression. Waiting for whomever to file in one by one. There was a certain aura around him. One that leaked dominance and calmness. Intelligence shown bright through those blood red eyes. His scared face and torn ear a reminder of what would happen if he chose to leave again. Something that not longer existed in his mind. Whatsoever. "Speaks"

Maelstrom was deeply focused on hunting a rabbit when a howl rang out. Strong and beckoning, it is hard for the pup to ignore. Letting out a grumble as his prey gets away, standing straight to look toward the source, he contemplates. Since his target was no longer feasible, he might as well be given something to do.

The pup makes his his way through the pines until he comes upon Cifa sitting upon a wide log. Observing the older male with a mild expression, Maelstrom doesn’t speak. He was surprisingly the first one there, noticing as much as he glances around. Plopping down to take a seat in the pine needles, he gets comfortable as they wait for more.

Araxina was playing the "ground-is-lava", launching herself against the rocks and trees as quickly as she could from one end of a makeshift course to the other. She wanted to be fast and she wanted to be strong.

A call rang through the territory calling for a lesson. She wrinkled her nose at the idea of having to sit through another torturous lesson but decided maybe she could test her dashing skills on her way and perhaps show off her new moves. She bounced off each stone and tree on her way there. She couldn't do it the entire way though, due to the various spaces between each tree and rock but she raced her way there regardless.

She safely landed, out of breath after jumping off a tree sideways before the dark form of Cifarelli and next to... ugh. Him. She scowled her greeting at the black and powder blue boy and sat expectantly three tail lengths away from him. Her legs were delightedly warm and she didn't feel the need to be constantly moving them finally. What was this lesson going to be about?