Citadels tail started to sweep excitedly behind him as Makara spoke of the past. His mum wasn't here for the beginning, and his father wasn't very talkative. “Was that when grandpa ruled, or great grandpa? I've met Sirius, But dad said Azure left.” He continued on. He easily swung from talking too little to too much at any given time.

He grinned at her next question, and puffed up just slightly. “I tracked your scent, I'm going to be a mighty hunter!” He explained. Or a mighty warrior… or why not both? Her next question really sparked something in his eyes. He jumped a little on his paws. “Yes please, yes please!” He said, taking her words for invitation instead of waiting around. He launched himself suddenly forward as he attempted to land on her shoulder.


"Citadel"

Citadel wasted no time in taking her up on the offer of a good, old fashioned wrestle. He hit her harder than a sack of bricks and Makara grunted as she endured his weight. There wasn't a doubt that he'd rival his father in size when he was fully grown - perish the thought. She grinned and gave him a cheeky little shove back so that he'd give her some breathing room. "Alright, before we get wrestling, why don't we stop and collect ourselves? It's important to start any fight with a level head so that your emotions don't get the better of you - even play fights!" She teased. Makara shook out her coat and stood up, stretching long and low until a little kink worked its way out of her back with a satisfying pop. "Let's start by stretching!"

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Patience - he could do that. At least, he could when it was worth the wait. He pulled himself back off Makara, realising perhaps he had acted too quickly. But his tail still wagged slowly behind him as he looked to his Auntie. Her next words were not, however, expected. He wrinkled his nose at her, an expression of bafflement.

“What's stretching, Auntie?” He asked, as he watched her move her body funny. He had expected her words to be a prelude to defences, so he was caught off guard by this entirely new information. Was stretching similar to defences, or something else entirely? Regardless, Makara suddenly had the entirety of his attention.


"Citadel"

He was so used to constantly moving and fidgeting about that she could tell she'd thrown him by introducing something different. Makara was glad to have captured his attention so effectively and inwardly quite pleased with herself. She hadn't instructed any children in... well, ever, and this was really trial by fire. "Stretching helps all of your muscles stay loose and warm and ready to move once you start fighting or sparring or even just running around a whole lot," she explained, rising up out of the low stretch she'd done before him. "Why don't you try? Get down long and low like you're inviting one of your siblings to play - " she demonstrated, dropping into an exaggerated play bow and slowly inching her front paws further and further forward until she felt a pleasant burning in the muscles that stretched up the backs of her front legs " - once you feel a good tingling warm feeling, hold it for just a little bit longer than you think you can, then slowly release!" She demonstrated by dipping further into the stretch and then rising up slowly. Makara was practically eye to eye with the boy already. Bless you, Basilisk and Ignita. You've got a lot on your paws with this one.




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Citadel dropped into a play bow, and glanced over at his Auntie, before adjusting his own figure. He was accustomed to the feel of his body and stepping into stances at his dads order. His biggest detriment had always been getting accustomed to his growth spurts, and his oversized front paws.

A little furrow of concentration appeared between his eyes, showing he was clearly putting thought into the exercise, hitting the point where she demonstrated he should have a burning feeling and holding it. He held it for a little while - the competitive part of him was tempted to push it - but didn’t. He rose again, and grinned at Makara “Do you stretch on the battlefield before your opponents?” he partly wondered, partly teased.


"Citadel"

Makara chuckled at his good natured joke. He was a prickly one! Always pushing boundaries with his elders. "Of course not, one can never be completely prepared for a true fight - but if you're working on sparring, it's always a good idea," she said, yawning a bit. That stretch had got her body warmed up, but now she wanted to maybe lie back down again. "Or a length patrol. Or just a little stroll. Speaking of strolls, why don't we head back to your mother? I think I have a pressing appointment with my bed of furs, and I think she'd like to know what we've been up to." She nudged his shoulder affectionately with her muzzle as she passed him and headed back into the corridors that would lead them home.

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