Student Becomes Teacher
While his father and sister were early risers, Aramis was definitely the type to enjoy sleeping in a bit. At least until the sun had fully risen and the world outside began to wake up as well. Waking up when it was dark and quiet, he didn't like that so much. And besides, how could he pull himself away from the security and warmth of his mother? But eventually, it was time to get up, and the gentle but insistent nuzzle against his little head was enough to pull him from his deep sleep. He grumbled a bit before stretching his small, dark body, and as his mind caught up he was able to process what his mother had just said. "You do?" he asked, suddenly much more alert as his bright blue eyes met hers. "What are we gonna do, Mama?"
Oh, he really, really hoped it was what he thought it was. For a long time she had been promising to teach him about the things she called herbs. The lovely smelling things that he and Aurielle, but especially Aurielle, loved to roll around in. Aramis liked to think that he was a bit more mature and respectful than his rambunctious little sister, though in reality they were both quite well behaved. She was simply more outspoken and bold, which wasn't a bad thing. It just meant she had a tendency to push at the boundaries a little bit more.
But it was good that it was in her nature to be bold and brave and strong. She was the firstborn of the litter, which meant someday she would follow in their father's pawsteps and become the leader of the pack. Aramis was fine with that. That sounded like a lot of responsibility. He was content to cheer his sister on from the sidelines, thank you very much.
So, while Aurielle and their father spent the day exploring and learning about leadership and the pack, Aramis desperately hoped he would get the opportunity to learn from his mother about herbs. Taking a chance, he asked her outright: "Are you going to teach me about the herbs?"
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