As every important heir should, Raziel found himself studying the art of combat at an early age.  Of course, the book-loving faerie soon found more entertainment in his actual studies than sparring practices and the like that at some point his parents gave up on him.  His younger brothers, in contrast, had taken combat in great stride and soon even rose the ranks in their people's military while he kept his nose in his books and, per his parent's upbringing, mastered the political world. In that way, the princes of their faerie nation were soon soldier, spy, and diplomat.  Kian.  Seamus.  Himself.

Of course, Raziel found himself doing his fair share of fighting.  War did that.  Overall, however, he'd always managed to avoid it for the most part.  More importantly, he kept it away from his children.  Art and Lilja could handle themselves of course... But the triplets... Well, they had their strengths and weaknesses.  He knew one for a bookworm, the other a leader, and Suvi... The direwolf smiled fondly at the pup as he padded over.

She seemed less than amused.  He nudged her affectionately as he took a seat beside her, turning his observant eyes onto Feliks and Thea.  Even if he never wanted Suvi to be forced to raise her claws against someone, it'd be good for her to at least learn how to defend herself.  A good way to start was through observation.