Lesson Learned

Jakart shifted where he stood, eyes traveling back and forth between Callisto and Belladonna with uncertainty. His oncemate took a step closer to him and he wished he could somehow block his nose from smelling her heat. That slight purr, Jakart looking at Bella when he saw Callisto's gaze shift that way. He supposed she was still sore from the argument, the cat was practically beaming. If only he had arrived sooner he perhaps could've listened in if his scent didn't give him away or he had been downwind. Oh gods, what if Callisto had been doing girl talk with the black feline? Already felt his cheeks warm at the sudden thought. He hoped Callisto wasn't doing that with the cat, or the very least not making a regular thing of telling a tale of the times she had been under him.

Callisto informed him that he wasn't late, to which Jakart could only nod as he was brought back to focus on the matter before him. Defense lesson. Right. Asked of him after their last time when their minds had been cleared and logical thought had returned. The males nose twitched at the scent of heat again, earn giving a flick as Bella spoke up from the side. "No, not really," Jakart remarked as he tried to solely focus upon the task in front of him. A task who had no previous experience in such a matter as fighting or defense. The black and grey healer had the potential as did anybody to learn. But for him their current closeness and the conditions she brought with her season brought a brand new challenge as he would have to focus and not act upon instinct should his instruction need to be demonstrated in a more side by side setting. The grey wolf cleared his throat. "Um, should me how you would defend yourself if I were to come at you right now." This was going to be hell with his self control, even if it was just a mere demonstration.