Here for you

Mortis endeavoured to spend time with each and every pup. Especially now that they were given limited freedom from the den, and were starting to explore the Armada. They had so much to learn. Both about their home, and their bodies. Hunting seemed a good starting point. It taught them how to use their nose, their bodies, and pay attention to what was around them. With this in mind, he picked one of his little children and led Warden a little ways through the woods. Far enough away that the sounds of her siblings were muted, and the wildlife here was calmer. Or so he expected.

“Alright, there are multiple aspects of hunting to consider. From your form - walking in silence - to scouting, tracking, and taking down your prey.” He told his son. Pausing for a moment as his heart skipped a beat. He was here. Here and now, teaching his son. He had never thought a day like this would come. He swallowed down the emotion before it could impede the lesson.

“Let’s start with tracking for today, and on the way home we can work on your stance, sound good?” He asked his son, voice gentle.

WC: 202

"Mortis Fatalis"