With the world outside still going crazy and spooky, and Auster still clutched in the midst of its unusually cold and snowy winter, many of the Hallows' residents were keeping their work indoors. Which was fine and all for the ones who were crafters or healers, but for the fighters, like Ember, she was starting to go a bit stir crazy. It had been waaaaay too long since she'd gotten to do any of her training or exercises outside. But instead of letting cabin fever get to her, the Carpathian princess decided to put her whirlwind energy to good use and bring the rest of the Hallows' fighters along with her. What better way to do that than with a group lesson?

Heading down to the dojo in the east wing of the castle, Ember grabbed a bunch of wooden sparring swords and cleared the arena of damaged training dummies and debris. No need for them today; this was going to be a practical lesson! With her classroom set up, Em lifted her muzzle and gave a summoning call to anyone who wanted to let off some steam and participate in some fighting training. Hopefully some of the Hallows' newest members and her own younger siblings would be interested in taking part too!

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"

There's a process, in picking himself up off the pavement. In being part of a pack that... that runs differently than how he's used to. Things are different here. Far different, though he's catching the learning curve okay. Spending some nights curled up on the floor of the infirmary (by choice, it's not like they didn't offer him a bed, though he swore he didn't need it), some nights curled up in Ember's room. Honestly, he'd been doing a lot of worrying and less training than he should.

But she'd been talking about a round of trainings, and she sounded excited. Like she had something up her sleeve, and Erik took it upon himself to be there for her. Heading out to her call, and arriving with an easy grin on his face. Slipping in before the others, he places a gentle kiss on Ember's cheek before finding a seat.

"Erik"

Little soldier boy Titus was once again reading when the call from his cousin was launched. Fight training huh? Sounded like they needed their future vanguard member in the dojo then. He was already a proven fighter and was in his head ahead of the class on fight training. No he had real world experience instead of theoretical lessons. Ear marking his book after finishing a page he stood and whistled at Nikolai who had his own thing he was doing. Nikolai had been practicing his "game" face in the mirror in their mother's room. No need for children's toys for Titus or Nikolai. A glance to his sleeping Raven and a bark had the bird jumping and fluffing up. Such a coward Andrei was. A small laugh at the bird being startled from him and he was off, Andrei glaring but following and Nikolai having a huge grin. When they came into the dojo there was Ember and that dark guy from before. He caught them as the guy moved from Ember's side and his hair bristled, protective fibers of his core eyeballing the still new to him man. He seemed to be the only youngling there for now, so with sheathed claws he moved to take a seat where he was front and center. "We training with swords today Ember? Or discussing some theoretical thing?" Like what if they had a wolf coming from their left and aiming for their scruff, what to do then sort of thing. He had no qualms with the theoretical but he did much prefer learning by doing. A good spar to end a theoretical lesson would be much preferred. If his brothers showed up he wouldn't mind showing off how cool he was compared to them. But if sprig did He would be declining any spar with her, afraid he would break his tiny sister or a mushroom off her side. Then he would have a whole new plethora of problems. Mom would be mad, Sprig would be crying and well shit just wouldn't go well. He sat and curled his tail over his hand paws to hide them as he was apt to do, ears perked and fiery gaze on Ember's blues. Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home