While most adolescent girls her age would have squirmed from their father's kisses, whining with embarrassment and exasperation, Varda managed to like the affection she received. Her accomplishment brought a warm feeling rising inside of her, making a large melting smile spread across her expression. Not only was she proud herself, but she had also pleased her father, which was her goal right from the start. Once he finished with his kisses (if he could), she would speak. "Is there anything else I need to work on?" Although he had praised her effort as perfect, surely there were other things she could improve on in the near future. Perhaps not major aspects like quietness, but small unnoticeable things that somehow contributed a difference in her hunting. Were there any? That was why she asked. "Speech"

Varda did not shy away from his affections, but he wouldn't press his luck. He'd praise her, but he'd step away not to long after to watch as she basked in her accomplishment. He'd smile fondly and listen as she asked more questions. "Hunting takes skill, which comes with practice, as well as a good bit of luck. You've got to either outsmart your prey or run it down." As for personal technique she would probably just need to develop it over time. She seemed to have a rather firm grasp already. Hunting was essential and it felt good knowing how easily she was taking to it. "Sometimes they just get the better of you, but dissect each failed hunt. Be honest with yourself about what you did, and if you find it fix it. If you can't then just try again." He didn't want to just build knowledge, he wanted her to have the confidence to use it.