and they rose with voices ringing (Tinaro)

Ecstatic pride welled in his chest as he watched the child widen his eyes and madly wag his tail. Even he never found fighting so exciting, but then again, an adult never introduced him to it. He looked up to his brother, who at the time seemed like a skilled fighter after getting into a dispute with their other brother. It was his own decision really. Healing or hunting didn't call to him like sparring did, and fortunately it stuck to him. The fact that he could influence a younger soul and even teach him, overwhelmed his thoughts. "It's very cool," he added with a grin.

Question time! That was another thing he loved about children - their natural curiosity and fascination. As he aged, his own intrigue had faded until he found most things rather boring. And he didn't just have to answer; he could demonstrate. Oh boy! He couldn't wait! "Like this," he replied, clearing his throat and puffing his chest out. With a head held high, he hoped to appear wise in this subject, not that he wasn't. "Observe." He took a few steps back, putting some space between him and the pup to ensure he didn't whack him. Running up, he pretended to slam his shoulder into his imaginary opponent's windpipe, jaws unhinging as he swiftly gripped the air - their scruff. Whilst he demonstrated, he dictated his actions. "I run up, slam into them, knock the wind out of 'em and then bite down on their scruff! Gotta be quick though, 'cause they can hit you back."