The Jodai was dignified, quite and regal. Ra watched him as he rose up the rocky landscape, copper eyes stoic and focused. It was almost unsettling the way the wolf moved and acted, but he supposed that was normal for a wolf of his caliber. Never the less, he listened well to his mentor's words. A single nod came from the golden male, letting him know that he fully understood his role here. Talk of battle came up, and again, he nodded.

Yes, I have. Unfortunately my old home, our oasis, was attacked viciously. We were not a pack led of royalty such as this, so our warriors didn't have any specific charges. We watched over and protected all. Any who, I was taken from my world in the midst of the battle along with another wolf from my clan. Then ended up in this world.

Ra hoped that this was enough to convince him that he was in the right trade for training. Ra knew what bloodshed looked like and what would happen if his mission failed. Memories of what happened to his old pack came back to him slowly, causing him to mentally shake himself from the sights. He then focused back on Sapair as he continued to scout the moors.