Wordcount: 319 words
Summary: May infodumps about the foxhawk training and starts planning new plans.
NOTE: This is the first draft of a story, so it will most likely contain plot holes, retcons, and other inconsistencies. I’ll come back and fix things once the story (or arc) is complete!
Classes are not as bad as she had thought they would be, even from Aaron’s letters she had a good idea of what to expect. They learned basic care for the foxhawks, some medical basics, some survival basics, how armies moved and what their role in combat was. It was imperative that foxhawks could operate independently, all of their missions focused on quick strikes and single pairs—they’d be their own commanders in the field.
They learned what to target and how to sabotage. What things would cause the enemy to lose heart and what would give them things to rally around. They learned how to soot their foxhawks and how to spot folks moving in the brush. How to hide, how not to hide, and all the sneaky things they’d need to use to stay alive.
They learned the rules of asking for quarter and how to behave when captured and what blood prices were and how fast the crown would pay them. They learned how to take oaths from captives, although it was very very rare for anyone to surrender to a scouting team.
It was all interesting useful knowledge that would be completely useless ten years from now when their bond was over. Baron would go into the warrens, most likely to die unless he managed to redeem himself, and May would go out into the world and try to find a place. If she was lucky Aaron would have found something for them, since he had a bit of a head start on the job hunt.
They could always stay in the academy, teaching new students or serving as support staff. She was thinking of applying to the kitchens, depending on the openings and what Aaron did after he got out. There were not as many calls for clerks, since those positions you rarely retired from. Death was not something to depend upon for promotions.