Horizon Ridge Heavens Not Enough

Gavriil didn't know the full dangers of the beach. Maybe in a way that is what drew him to it. While he didn't go searching for danger, the beach still drew the male in. Gavriil nodded and smiled as the female mentioned collecting herbs and roots and shells and various things. He had never been one to horde objects, more intangible objects, like knowledge.

He did have a curiosity and yearn for knowledge that was very rarely sasifited. Most of his time was taken up by training and classes over fighting. "I didn't have much free time during my early years. Each day when you were old enough to catch your own prey we were forced into classes and training sessions. We learned to fight, and hunt. When I wasnt sparring or being watched as I tried to hunt I stayed with my parents. Keeping my true values pure and without a blood lust." Gavriil spoke solemenly . His old pack wasn't savage, but they wanted to be prepared. They valued the warriors over anything. A wolf who could hold its own was respected above all. Gavriil could fight when necessary but he didn't like hurting others. "What was your family pack like?"