Rosalia returned to the observation area from where she could see the witches training. She stood by the large window that had an old design, watching the witches go through their magic drills for precision. Their spells flickered with controlled energy, but their focus wasn't entirely there.
Across the field, the werewolves were clustered together, engaged in heated conversations, their loud voices carrying through the space.
Frustration bubbled in Rosalia before she got away from the window as she paced back and forth in the room, thinking about how to motivate the rowdy wolves. She could not hear what they were talking about but her new powers allowed her to know. She chose not to yet.