Somnium had been working hard of late, building up his strength and stamina. What had been passable to his father was pathetic to his teacher. The longer he spent here, learning from Zulimar, the more he had to shake his head at Tlocatl. The stallion had given him little more than fatherly approval, an inflated ego, and some looks. Oh sure he could hunt and had been doing so from a young age, but he couldn't even hold his own against a Kalona colt in training, or so Zulimar told him. Privately he thought he could at least hold his own against a colt, if only by virtue of being older and bigger.
The best part of the training was that his wing was almost fully restored. The muscles beneath it that his mother had so damaged had been built up with the rest and the result was that while that wing would still give out before the other, he could once again make long flights. With periodic rests, he could fly most of the day, and that was a less-than-expected gift he was grateful for.
At the moment he was grazing. He had eaten a rabbit the night before and did not want to be too full. There was no real set time for his combat training, but he had a feeling Zulimar would turn up soon enough. It was best to be light in the stomach, but still have energy.
He would eat afterwards. If he had the strength to do so. If the Kalona mare left him alive to do so.
