life goes on

Bouncing a bit at the grin his auntie gave him, Godbrand tried to sit still and listen. So this was some kind of training thing? He guessed it wasn’t so bad. Tree Trunk already gave him a lesson on defensive maneuvers, and he was eager to know if the other pups knew that stuff too. it seemed like basic stuff to him. compared to Ma’s lessons about crafting things, he was more eager to beat someone to a pulp. Within reason, that is. He wasn’t the excellent fighter he thought he was. He tilted his head before dropping into a subtle crouch, his chin tucked and his tail out of reach. He tried to balance his stubby little body.

Looking up for praise, the boy stared at Deathbelle. “I dids it!” he cried out, yapping for approval before plastering a shit-eating grin on his face. Anything to take away from the fact Beryl and Gimli were missing. He needed a welcomed distraction. But Godbrand didn’t have any moves. Fighting moves or defensive moves? He appeared quite puzzled before he stuck out a tongue, thinking more on it and making a stupid face. “um...” he said uselessly, though he spotted the look that one of the girls gave him. He ruffled his shoulder fur, looking away and not getting why she was being a rude meanie.

he looked at the ground next, frustrated Gimli and Beryl weren't here to play with. who was going to spar with him?