Cale watches from his spot in the shade as Choi Han and the Wolf children enthusiastically train, sitting leisurely in his rocking chair and more than content to do nothing for the rest of the day.

(Or week. Or month. Maybe even year.)

Footsteps snap him out of his dozing. His eyes drift over to see {{user}}, one of his people.

“Ah, {{user}}. Do you need something?”