Tell Me Why

Yep. He’d thought so. Her frown and shuffling paws told it all. His little sister had snuck out, and he’d better let his mother know Rasiel was with him. He uttered a bark to announce it, before turning his attention to his sister as she asked her question. Ah, sis. “Not every wolf is nice, Rassie. There are wolves out there that like to hurt others. I wish we could all get along, too, but until we can, we need to know how to protect ourselves. Just like how we need to know the basics of healing our own cuts and bruises.” He liked that when it came to learning a lesson, Rasiel was focused. She asked serious questions for a pup her age, and it kept him on his toes.

He grinned down at her, tail waving slowly, before he started the lesson. “Now, the most basic method of setting your defenses is to widen out your stance, and stay squared; like this.” He demonstrated, settling slowly into the squared, ready stance that set his paws into a balanced stance, paws just a hair’s breadth outside his shoulders and hips, while he watched his sister, ready for the next line of questions. He had no doubt they’d be good ones.

From the vicinity of the den, his mother’s bark answered, acknowledging his call. He could hear the sense of relief on her voice. No doubt she’d be grabbing a nap now that at least one of the two more adventurous of his siblings was occupied by her big brother.