It seemed that Civetta didn’t care for him much, which honestly bothered Shrike. He wasn’t used to being disliked, at all, and it kind of hurt. He’d breathe in slowly, deciding to focus instead on his sister. He wanted to support her the best he could, in both her rank and simply by being her brother. He would lower his front end to the ground, butt wiggling in the air almost as if he was more interested in play than training.
“I was thinking we could do a little race at first... Whoever wins the race gets to go first in the spar!” The boy would rise again, his gaze shining happily. “Is this agreeable to you, Finch?” The boy wanted to make sure that she’d be comfortable doing this sort of training. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable or upset.
