Cal flops on a bench and Nettle settles himself at Cal's feet. Cal's is, irrationally, a bit disappointed that his group doesn't get to battle first but at least he'll get to watch and see how things happen before he has to get out there. He watches Jamien mount up and Amaya, Aussir, and Terrance begin their preparations. He glances at his companions not yet fighting and (I presume) watching along with him: Coravin, Keizaan, and Lionel.
"Maybe we should come up with a plan for when we get our turn in the arena. I know, I know, a plan never lasts long past contact with the enemy but it could help. And Jamien said our first battle would be with wolves in a field." Cal frowns down at Nettle. Nettle thumps his tail once upon the ground on sensing Cal's examination.
"Telling Nettle from other wolves may be difficult at a glance... Anyone got a scrap of brightly colored cloth we can use as an identifying collar?" 
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