your churches crying out

Pyrrhic was much more calm and collected than Iroh was, and the older boy’s decorum had its effect on Iroh. The boy attempted to still himself, but even if his paws stopped moving Iroh’s tail was attempting to wiggle off his butt. This action caused the whole of his barrel like body to move, but his effort was obvious. ”Alright, we'll start with defenses.” Iroh tried to give him his attention as he vibrated at the taller boy’s paws. ”Why don't you show me what you got, huh?" Iroh nodded and finally got his body under control.

With a bit of thought and effort Iroh shifted himself, his mom had gone over the basics, but he’d learned the most from playing with Zagan. He took a deep breath and finished his wiggling so that he might show the older Abraxas what he knew. He lowered his ears to his head, one of the first things he learned. Painfully. His brother’s teeth were sharp on his sensitive ears. He raised his little striped hackles as his tail flagged out behind him. His dark paws shifted to equally distribute his weight. He beamed up at Pyrrhic. ”What’dya think?”