Lesson Learned

Jakart rolled over into his belly with a groan, tongue lolling out of his muzzle as he finally started to stir from his nap. Between fighting with his brothers and helping out Callisto with her seasonal needs was starting to take a toll on him physically. If his brothers smelled anything they didn't say anything, but living this double life so to speak was a bit taxing on his worries and fears of being found out during the times Callisto guided the male to a place of solitude and have him preform. No pups as of yet, her hips still remaining in their natural shape, a act he had come to note each time they were together. And it came as a surprise to him when laying with her recently that she had asked if she could be instructed on the art of defense.

There had been no way to escape the question as they lay in each other's embrace, Jakart only having the option to say yes. He could've sworn the he felt her forelegs grip him tighter and tighter until he had relented. And that training was to be today. Already he was headed back to he den, a trip often repeated this last month, and went over several things that would have to be with a few mutterings of defenses to himself. Honestly, with his brothers it wasn't even taken seriously, though when he and his father had sparred those years ago back in Ebony he had ended up pinning the old wolf. A fact the he was much congratulated on by his father. Callisto's scent brought him back, just as his paws were, and it seemed that the end of conversation was taking place as he noticed his own loud pawsteps. Something about a delicious fish and self control. Jakart remembered Tahlia often brought home fish for everyone, not know here why Callisto and Bella would be arguing about having a good meal. The grey wolf rounded the bend in the foliage and stopped at the look of Callisto's expression. Oh boy, it must have been a heated conversation about food. Females in heat would crave anything with meat on it. Or was that pregnancy? Jakart stood there and eyes the little clearing, weight shifting from side to side before he spoke with uncertainty. "Am I late?"