He'd been training with his dad lately. He hated to say it, but it was harder than what he thought it was going to be. Calder was littered in small scars and constantly had a look of annoyance splashed across his muzzle. Why? Because just when he got comfortable with the training, his father changed it on him and forced him to do something else. Today, however, his father had no time for him, so Calder was forced to wander the pride aimlessly. He wasn't a Reaver so he couldn't go help with challenges, he didn't want to go hunt...What was a bored Freeborn to do? Snorting, the orange and black male moved through the pride, silently. His eyes were narrowed, looking at anyone who looked at him and rolled his eyes when they all either puffed up to him or backed down. Why wouldn't someone just talk to him? Or bump into him and they could have a wrestling match. Something!
Unfortunately for Calder, he would find no sparring partner in the lioness that did happen to stumble into him. Brynja had never lifted a paw in her life up to this point, and she rather doubted she ever would -- unless someone found it necessary to question her newly-found daughters. Doing so would unleash rabid hell upon anyone who dared, for Brynja was not of a mind to allow idle snooping.
