Newcomer 

Tapping his chin, Suel hummed as he surveyed a whole spread of artifacts, scrolls, potions, rations, and other useful resources to have while out in the field, occasionally glancing over at the small knapsack sitting at the foot of his bed, trying to decide what exactly to bring with him. The Wolvar druid was used to packing light, usually just bringing a few necessities with him when going out of town and into the wilderness, yet he couldn't help but to feel a little twinge of nervousness at the thought of doing so when leading a small troop of students. Anxious about needing to be prepared for anything and everything now that he was in charge of a group of cubs rather than just himself, the man fretted over his packing, his knapsack laying empty as he second guessed his every decision, very nearly reaching for something only to quickly bring his hand back to his chin. The Wolvar groaned as he pondered the problem deep in thought, so immersed in his furious decision making that he didn't even hear the door to his hut slowly creaking open, a shadow creeping closer to him. Suddenly, an arm slipped around his waist to hug him tight, a hand covering his eyes as he flinched with a startled yelp, a familiar female voice cooing in his ear, 
“Guess who~”
With his panic quickly turning to elation, Suel turned around only to see a fellow Wolvar standing there, a woman dressed in a long, flowing loincloth and a light top, a bow slung over her shoulder, 
“Jerv! You're finally here!”
The druid hugged his mate, both chuckling as they embraced, sharing a long overdue hug as the huntress patted him on the back. Before Suel could even properly enjoy the other Wolvar’s embrace, his ears flicked up at the sound of a mighty bark, glancing over the hunter’s shoulders to see her pets barging into the hut as well,
“And you've got company.”
Jerv chuckled, still clinging to the man as she whistled and looked back at Skoll, Gullin, and Loque’nahak, all three of his spirit pets sitting obediently in a row, 
“Of course, never leave home without ‘em~”
Turning back to the druid, Jerv smiled, 
“So, how's your new career as a teacher going?”
Breaking off the hug with a grin, Suel looked around his hut, 
“It's going… pretty well, I'd guess. I think I'm teaching my guys some pretty good stuff. But now that you're here, I'm hoping we can take it up a notch.”
Hoping that a field trip into the depths of the wilderness would help his students, Suel had invited his mate out to Moonglade to assist him on the outing, unsure of whether he alone would be able to look after six young druids in training. Feeling a lot more sure about the upcoming trip now that he had another adult there to keep the cubs safe, Suel turned back to his supplies, chuckling and shaking his head as he tossed a few essentials into his knapsack, shoving the rest aside before glancing back over at Jerv, a sly twinkle in his gaze, 
“We'll be leaving tomorrow morning, so we'll have a pretty early wakeup. But not so early that we have to go to bed straight away~”
The hunter giggled, dropping her bag to the floor as she stepped over to the man, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning in, her lips just a hair away from his, 
“Well, we could go to bed right now actually, I'm just guessing we wouldn't get much sleep~”

Just before the two Wolvar could get frisky with one another, Suel’s hand just barely landing on his mate's rump as she let out a playful snarl into his ear, the pair were stopped in their tracks by a knock on the door. Curious about who could've been coming to see him at such a late hour, besides Jerv, the druid gave the woman a quick peck on the cheek, slightly reluctantly letting go of her, 
“Hold that thought for just a second, hopefully…”
Stepping past Jerv and over to the door to his hut, the man opened it up to find a young, copper-scaled Dracthyr boy standing at his doorstep, dressed in a loincloth, looking to be in his early teens, a slightly pouty look on his face as he crossed his arms, 
“Are you Suel?”
Curious about what the teen was after, Suel nodded, 
“Yes, how can I help you.”
The draconic boy shuffled about for a few moments, glancing off to the side as he let out a groan as if very reluctant to do what he was about to do, seemingly finding the entire process utterly infantile and below his position. After a couple seconds of hesitating and rolling his eyes, almost about to walk off before he stopped himself, the Dracthyr finally sighed and looked back over at the Wolvar, 
“My name is Azhan. I want you to teach me the druidic arts.”
Looking over the young, scaled man, Suel was slightly taken back, surprised to find someone actually seeking out his tutorage before he'd even finished up with his first batch of students, though he wasn't quite sure about Azhan no matter how honored he might've been, 
“Oh, well… I am teaching a group of students currently. However, they're… well, they're all a few years younger than you, and I can sense you already have some magical talent and experience. I'm just worried that maybe my teachings might be a little… below your grade? I can however recommend a few other druid masters that might be a bit more useful for you, such as a-”
Azhan cut the man off, holding up a hand with an annoyed growl, 
“I'm very aware that I've already far surpassed your other students. My old master however… he… insisted that I must begin my studies again, he specifically told me to seek you out.”

Overhearing the conversation, Jerv watched the potential student and her mate as she unpacked her gear on the other side of the hut, keeping a careful eye on the young Dracthyr, a distrustful frown on her face as even her pets seemed suspicious of the boy. Mulling over the decision for a while, silently debating with himself, Suel finally let out an awkward sigh, nodding at the annoyed teenage boy, 
“Very well, you can join our group. Come here at dawn tomorrow morning, we'll be heading into the wilderness for some exercises and studies.”
Azhan didn't say a word as he turned to leave, his tail dragging against the ground as he stormed off into the night, shaking his head and looking around as if to make sure no one had heard the conversation. Closing the door, Suel turned around to find Jerv staring at him with a raised eyebrow, 
“Why’d you let that twerp into your group? He's not even fit to be a stablehand, let alone a druid, not with that mindset and those manners.”
Suel sighed as he poured himself a drink of fresh water, 
“Normally I'd have to agree with you, if he was a young student hoping to learn the ways of our life. But he's already awakened his inner potential, he's a potent spellcaster even at his age. At this point, letting him wander around without any oversight or tutoring might just be more dangerous than letting him join and training him further.”
Taking a gulp of his drink, the Wolvar continued, 
“I've seen a lot of half-trained mages and druids get corrupted by the worst of society, coerced into becoming mercenaries, bandits, or even something more terrible. I've got to at least give it my best shot with him.”
Jerv shook her head as she continued unpacking her bag, 
“Well, good thing I'm here, arrived just in time to help you handle him.”
Suddenly a bit more worried about the upcoming field trip again, Suel nodded and sat down, glancing over at the provisions he hadn't packed. 

With his knapsack slung over his shoulders, Suel stood in front of his hut, the druid's mate standing by his side, equally as prepared for the journey into the wilderness, the two of them waiting for the cubs to join them before the crack of dawn. With the first few rays of sunshine arriving over the town, the first couple of eager students likewise began to trickle over, an excited Min-Ji and a thrilled Thevrar arriving first, a slightly more nervous Loretta stepping over a few moments later. Soon enough, Akule, Vollodral, and Uta had likewise arrived, all six of Suel’s original students having gathered around the Wolvar and the huntress. Looking around at the small crowd, Suel paced around anxiously, waiting for a while longer while telling the cubs to double check their supplies, glancing at Jerv and her band of spirit pets, getting a shrug from the woman. Just as the druid was becoming certain that the older Dracthyr wouldn't actually be joining his class, unsure of whether he was feeling relieved or saddened about the boy seemingly giving up, Suel spotted a glint of copper off down the road. With nothing but a small bandolier of pouches around his waist, sporting no bags or rucksacks of supplies like the rest of the cubs, Azhan strolled over to the group, getting a few odd looks from the other students as he shoved his way right up to the front, crossing his arms while staring down his new teacher with a bored look on his face, 
“I am here, we may leave now.”
Clearing his throat, Suel motioned towards the Dracthyr teen, easily a head taller than the rest of the cubs,
“Uhh… this here is Azhan, he'll be joining us, training under me.”
A few of the kids nodded or waved at the newcomer, but Azhan didn't even glance over at the rest, keeping his gaze on Suel and the hunter, an awkward silence hanging over the group for a moment before the druid spoke up again, 
“Alright… well… let's get going then, we need to make it fairly deep into the wilds before we can experience untouched nature, without any taint of civilization.”
Heading off in a file, some cubs sticking to themselves while others walked next to one another while chatting about their trip, Suel led the way while Jerv stayed at the tail of the group, keeping an eye on the students with the help of her three feral companions. 

Trekking through the dense woods for a good few hours, using small dirt paths worn into the ground after years of fellow druids exploring the wilds, occasionally stepping off the beaten path to instead march through untouched brush, the group headed deeper and deeper into the forest. Grumbling as he did his best to keep up with the other students, having to duck and dodge his way underneath several of the tree limbs and prickly bushes while the other cubs were small enough to swiftly slip underneath with ease, Azhan was getting rather fed up with the hiking, grumbling to himself while occasionally wiping sweat from his brow. Thankfully for the Dracthyr, the journey wouldn't take much longer, with Suel breaking through a thicket to arrive at a small clearing nestled next to a pond, the thick forest surrounding the site choking out much of the light, a few fireflies darting about just above the surface of the water and making a light show on the ripples of the pond. Thinking that the place was perfect to set up their camp at, the Wolvar waited until all the students and his mate had made it out of the forest as well, taking a quick headcount before slipping his rucksack off his back, patting a small roll of canvas tied on the top of it, 
“Alright everyone, I think this is a great spot to get started, no man-made object in sight and not a single sound of the city, just the rustling of leaves and the singing of the birds. Let's set up our tents here.”
With everyone seeming to pair up to set up a shared tent, Azhan was left standing alone in the middle of the entire group, looking around with a mix of anxiety and annoyance on his face as he realised he didn't seem to have a tent, a light flush fleeting on his face before he quickly shook it off, trying to hide his momentary bout of awkwardness with his usual scowl. 

With the tents going up in short order, popping up like mushrooms neatly nestled next to one another, Azhan just stood off to the side, glancing over at the rest, his wings defensively tucked against his back. Noticing the boy leaning against a tree, Suel left Jerv to finish up with their tent as he stepped over to the teen, clearing his throat, 
“Hey, since you came along so close to our trip, we're a little short on tents it looks like. You can share with one of the pairs, just ask around and I'm sure someone is willing to bunk up with you. Going to be a little tight, but certainly better than sleeping on the ground.”
Azhan growled quietly as the Wolvar turned away, eyeing up the other cubs with a slightly nervous, yet mostly annoyed stare, still unable to even believe he had to sit around and study along with little brats while he was practically as good as an adult druid already, at least in his mind. Finding the idea of having to stuff himself into a tent with two other of the little kids, Azhan shook his head, trying to think up of what to do just as he spotted Suel and Jerv walking off to the woods, shouting out at the rest of the group, 
“We'll head off to gather some firewood, just finish up with the tents and don't wander off anywhere.”
Suddenly handed the perfect way to solve his problem, the most fun way he knew how to, the Dracthyr grinned and strolled over amidst the rest of the students, staring down the smaller cubs as he raised his voice, 
“Hey, listen up. I'm taking one of the tents, for myself. Doesn't matter whose, doesn't matter where you're sleeping, I'll take a tent. And if you've got a problem with that…”
The draconic bully flashed his fangs and his claws, spreading his wings to appear as big as possible, 
“You can tell it to me~”
The students looked at one another, unsure about what to do with the big bully they'd suddenly found themselves stuck with. Seeing the hesitation, anxiety, and fear, Azhan knew that he had the group in his grasp, thinking he'd close the deal with one final move. Stepping right up to Min-Ji, towering over the short little Pandaren girl, leaning down close and watching her whiskers shiver as he breathed down on her, 
“I might be willing to share a tent with you, if you're willing to keep me warm at night, if you catch my drift~”
Shocked and appalled at the lewd comment, the group stared at Azhan with open mouths, whispering amongst each other as the older Dracthyr just chuckled and inched his face closer to the shivering girl, licking his lips.

With a heavy silence hanging over the clearing, everyone staying as still as a statue besides the smirking Dracthyr’s scaly tail slowly slithering in the air like a snake, Azhan reached over to lay a hand on Min-Ji’s shoulder as the anxious Pandaren quivered at the touch, a tiny whimper escaping her mouth. Seeing his friend getting into trouble, unable to watch the new member molesting the girl no matter how big or mean the dragonic boy might've been, Vollodral rushed forwards from the group, shouting out at the teen as his big curving fangs simmered in the midday sun, 
“Hey! Let her go, step away from Min!”
Turning his gaze from the shivering girl to the Saberon that had shouted at him, slightly taken back by the gull to actually step up to him, Azhan growled as his eyes narrowed to a threatening stare, 
“You ought to just go right back to your business, before I teach you a lesson, little kitten.”
Though more than a little nervous, Voll stood firm, his head held up high as he stared down the bully, hoping his anxiety wasn't visible on his face. A beat went by with utter silence, the Dracthyr’s claws digging uncomfortably into Min-Ji’s shoulder as she gulped, neither boy budging by an inch before Loretta stepped up as well, snarling as she adopted a low hunch, the Worgen’s upper lip curling up to expose her fangs, 
“You heard him, let go of Min!”
Seeing that his usual big talk wasn't very successful at getting his new group to back down, Azhan’s eyes flared up with anger, shoving the Pandaren cub aside and watching her tumble to the ground as he turned to face the rest of the young students, letting out a draconic roar. Vines burst out the ground and began to quickly wrap around Loretta and Vollodral’s ankles. Acting almost entirely on instinct, Uta held up his hand as the little Vulpera closed his eyes to focus, sharp thorns suddenly sprouting up from the hides of both the Saberon and the Worgen, biting into the vines and causing them to let go, retreating back into the ground. Seeing an opportunity, Akule rushed at the bully, the Tauren’s hooves thumping against the earth as he let loose a battle cry, just about to transform into a feral form when a ball of fizzling yellow energy landed against his chest, tossing him back and throwing him on the ground with a grunt. Quickly rushing over to the Tauren, Thevrar laid his hands on the other boy's chest, some fur singed off of the spot where the bolt had hit Akule, the Arakkoan’s hands glowing gently as he rejuvenated his friend, the small injury healing before his eyes as the horned bovine cub snarled. Free of the tangle of vines, Both Loretta and Voll were about to rush down the Dracthyr again, when suddenly Azhan’s expression changed, a confused look flashing across his face before his eyes slowly closed, his body going limp as he flopped down, snoring deeply. Stepping out of the woods, holding up his hand, Suel rushed out between the students with Jerv in tow, making sure the teen was indeed in the magical hibernation he'd cast, putting himself between the bully and the rest of the class,
“Stop, that's enough, everyone stand down!”
Watching the cubs relax slightly, the Wolvar looked around, 
“Is anyone injured?”
Picking himself up off the ground with the help of Thevrar, dusting off some of the singed fur from his chest as he stretched and made sure the healing spell had done its deed, the Tauren groaned and shook his head. Relieved that there didn't seem to be any major injuries as a result of the scrap, Suel turned to the slumbering Dracthyr, crossing his arms as he stared down at the new student, 
“I see we have a few issues to work out…”

With the situation calmed down somewhat, and the hibernation spell beginning to wear off, Azhan groaned as he sat up from the ground, rubbing his head and blinking as his blurry vision slowly came to, finding both the adults as well as all the cubs standing around him, staring down at him. Blushing, the bully tried to avoid looking everyone in the eye, his wings dangling dejectedly down as he groaned, staying on the ground. Suel tapped his foot as he eyed up the Dracthyr with a stern look, feeling simultaneously disappointed with the teen boy as well as very proud for how well his students had been able to stand up to the physically and magically powerful foe, 
“Well, anything to say for yourself?”
Feeling like he'd hit rock bottom, his tactics of intimidation and overpowering others having finally utterly failed, finding himself being beaten by a bunch of kids several years younger than him right after being tossed out from a tutorship under another druid master, Azhan couldn't help but to feel ashamed, 
“I'm… I'm sorry…”
Suel could see that the apology wasn't just some sordid attempt to worm out of trouble, that it was truly genuine, the boy's words stained with a hint of sorrow, sighing as he looked around at his students, 
“I'm not the one who was attacked, so I don't think I've got any say in whether to accept the apology.”
The cubs glanced at one another, a few shrugging as each seemed to be weighing the Dracthyr’s apology, a few seconds going by before Loretta finally stepped over, reaching a hand down towards the boy on the ground, 
“Apology accepted.”
Still hanging his head down, thoroughly humbled, Azhan blushed as Vollodral stepped next to the Worgen girl, nodding towards a tent off to the side of the clearing, 
“And you can sleep with me and Loretta tonight, we've got space.”
Smiling at the rather heartwarming turn in the day, Suel sighed in relief as he clapped his hands, hopping up on top of a small rock jutting out of the dirt amidst the little crowd of students, 
“Alright, since things got a little heated there for a moment, I think it's best if we calm down with some medication.”
With the tension beginning to slowly melt away, the Wolvar druid spotted a few soft smiles as the cubs gathered in front of him, ready to follow his lead.

Suel knelt down on the grass, laying his hands on his lap as he watched the cubs settling down likewise, some mimicking his pose while others sat cross legged, a few already closing their eyes as the man took a few deep, relaxing breaths. Standing next to Suel, glancing around and kicking a pinecone back and forth between her paws as she tried not to look too out of place, Jerv was just about to slip away with her pets before her mate cleared his throat, looking up at her with a smirk,
“Feel free to join us~”
“Oh, well, maybe I'll just…”
Feeling the cubs staring at her, a light blush creeping on her face, the huntress hesitated for a moment before sighing and relenting, her tail slumping down, 
“Alright, I'll join in.”
The woman knelt down next to Suel, closing her eyes and trying to clear her head as he began to speak in a slow, relaxed tone, 
“Just focus on your own breathing… then the breathing of everyone around you… listen to the wind whistling through the trees as nature breathes with you…”
As much as Jerv tried to follow her mate's instructions, she couldn't help but to squirm and shift around, a slightly annoyed look on her face as she felt her legs going numb, her eyes still squeezed shut as she sat down in a different pose, swaying from one side to the other, unable to find a good position and settle down. Not being a druid like Suel and the students, Jerv hadn't ever quite gotten the hang of the whole meditation business, preferring a good nap as a way of clearing the mind rather than just silently sitting around for a while. With the other Wolvar’s words turning to a faint hum in her ears, the hunter shuffled around until she finally just gave up, silently throwing up her hands as she opened her eyes with a sigh, just leaning back next to the teacher as she surveyed the crowd. Realising that everyone else had their eyes closed besides her and the three ferals lying in the grass off to the side, the woman suddenly had a rather naughty idea on how to test her mate's concentration, smirking as she quietly inched closer to the man, pushing her loincloth aside as her fingers slipped down to her already damp slit. 

With his eyes closed, focusing on his meditation while guiding the cubs along, Suel spoke softly with a smile on his face as his tail slowly swayed from side to side, 
“...and imagine yourself as that bird, sliding through the skies, feel the wind in your feathers as y-”
The man cut himself off with a small gasp as he suddenly felt a hand cupping his ass, opening one eye to see the grinning Jerv nestled right up to his side, feeling up his rump as her fingers shuffled back and forth underneath her own loincloth. Suddenly finding it rather difficult to find his train of thought again, the man stammered as his mate continued to grope his backside, her hand slowly moving to his hips and towards his crotch, 
“As… as you… uhh… you're flying across the… blue skies.”
Hearing the sudden stuttering that had taken over their teacher's speech, a few of the cubs peeked out to see Jerv shoving the man's robes aside, exposing his knotted shaft already part away poking out of his sheath, only growing to swell and grow larger as her fingers wrapped around the plump and furry pocket. Keeping her eyes on the blushing Wolvar even as she heard a few faint whispers coming from the audience, grinning as she watched Suel squirming and biting his lip, Jerv pumped at the druid's sheath as more and more of his knotted girth pushed out into the palm of her hand. Flustered by the lewd interruption to his meditation session, Suel panted but didn't make any effort to stop the woman, closing his eyes again and leaning his head back slightly as her soft fingertips continued to dance up and down his shaft, caressing and brushing up against his sensitive knot. Having gone a few days without any relief, too worked up and nervous about the field trip to let himself blow off some steam, Suel was feeling rather pent up the second the other Wolvar gripped his cock, a spray of precum already drizzling from his tip as she gave his manhood a tug. Eager to see just how big of a load her mate would blow in front of the entire class, Jerv kept going and didn't slow down for a second, quickly picking up the pace as she jerked off the moaning and huffing druid, her fist sliding along his thick dick as his breathing grew steadily heavier, suddenly interrupted by a bolstrous grunt from the man. Leaning back, Suel emptied his balls, thick ropes spewing from his throbbing cock as he thrust against the hunter’s hand, moaning as his seed splashed on the ground, the most energetic shots even reaching all the way over to Min-Ji sitting in the front of the group. Watching a few ropes of his cum draped over the little pandas thighs and belly as the girl just giggled and blushed, seed still bubbling up from his tip and seeping into a puddle on the grass in front of him, Suel gasped for air while Jerv licked her fingers clean, 
“I… I think that's enough meditation… for now…”

With a snicker, the students stood up while their teacher was left still catching his breath on the ground, trying to pull his robes over the twitching knotted cock resting against his lap, cum still dribbling from the tip as he leaned against Jerv. Though amused by the rather uncouth meditation session, Akule snorted as he looked around the clearing, the young bovine’s horns swinging around in the air as he turned his head from side to side, eager to get to explore the wilds of the Moonglade, 
“So, now can we head deeper into the woods?”
After the high tensions of the beginning of the trip, as well as the rigorous “training” his mate had just given him, Suel felt his head spinning slightly as he stood up, 
“Oh, I'm not sure that's such a good idea. I just need a little bit to unwind and catch my breath.”
Loretta frowned, glancing up at the skies, the thick forest canopy already choking out much of the light of the bright sun overhead, 
“We're not going to have much time to explore today if we don't head out right now, not if we don't want to be stuck out there in pitch black at least.”
Seeing the disappointment on the faces of his students, Suel hesitated for a while before turning to the huntress, quietly whispering with her for a couple moments until he cleared his throat, speaking up again, 
“Alright, I think you've all proven today that you can hold your ground if any trouble comes up, so I'm willing to let you do some exploration and studying by yourself. However, none of you are going to go gallivanting around alone, you'll be teaming up with one another as well as staying close to this clearing, close enough that you'll be back well before it gets dark. And…”
The druid pointed over at Jerv’s three pets sitting in a row next to the hunter, 
“Each group will be taking one of Jerv’s companions with them, just to be safe. They're very well trained, and ready for a scrap if the worst comes to pass, so keep close to them.”
Seemingly satisfied with the arrangements, the students all nodded as they turned to one another, a low chatter lighting up the clearing as the cubs began pairing up, trying to decide where exactly to head off to.