[Font=Arial Narrow]Ooc||Hennessy might be choosing an apprentice or might not. He's seventeen moons old btw. (Yes, I messed up on his age a lot)
Ic||"Those who are up for battle training, gather," the canine deputy called, his broad golden head glinting in the dusky light. The deputy's brown optics glowed; it was about time that he chose his first apprentice; he may or may not choose now, depending... But he would decide sometime soon.