<div class="floatright">(http://d.facdn.net/art/lokiaesir/1368931391/1368931391.lokiaesir_passion_love.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tavah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246922.msg12211950#msg12211950)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms > Survival Class<br/><strong>Pips:</strong>7/7<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Noble Team<br/><hr/><br/>Tavah awoke with a feeling of happy disbelief of how things played out the previous night.  The memories ran through his thoughts as he began his morning ritual of stretching.  He was looking forward to their first class, feeling almost arrogantly confident about whatever survival scenario they were likely to throw at him.  If he could survive a month on his own in an untamed jungle as an adolescent, then he could not think of something more arduous that they could throw at him from what he has seen of their campus.<br/><br/>Then again, he was wholly aware that the world was a much larger place than he had up to now been living in.  The drawolf knew better than to let pride get the best of him.  While he may have the fundamentals, they could only do so much to prepare him for the unknown.  The fact that their class started before breakfast was not lost on him, so Tavah are some of the beast jerky that he had packed away to help offset his high metabolism so that it wouldn’t impede his classmates should they need to forage for their meals as a team.  With his body all limbered up, Tavah donned his armor and his pack in time to leave with the rest of his team.