World So Cold
The male watched his son, standing back a little as he watched a gang of crows tease and taunt him. Raising a brow, he shook his head slightly. His son was an easy target for the birds, obviously. They weren't afraid of him, even when the kid growled at them. Sheerrun came back to his side, words causing sin's ears to flick as he was thoughtful for a moment. If his son wanted to learn, he would teach.
"Very well, first step is knowing how to trick your enemy." He nosed Sheerrun, indicating for him to watch as Sin then moved away from his son, lying down nearby as he waited. The crows seemed somewhat curious, and they were a very bold gang. The smallest would fly around him, half diving at him before swerving away, but he would not move. Long moments passed before they would get closer, cautiously nipping at his tail as he remained perfectly still. When one finally decided to try and taste his eyeball, that was when he lunged.
Like a trapdoor spider, Sin struck quickly as jaws sought out the bird. Startled, it nearly got away but Sin had caught it's foot, his prey now. Standing, he gripped the bird tightly in his jaws, the small crack of the bones in the birds delicate leg giving way as he walked back towards Sheerrun. It struggled, and it flapped at his face trying to make him let go, but he would not. "Until they're in your grasp." He would finish his previous words, muttering around the leg as he offered it to Sheerrun to bat it around like a piñata or do whatever he wanted. Perhaps even show him how to hunt. If he broke the birds wing, it would be easy hunting practice. |
