furious fanged folly

Banshee continued running her elongated fangs over the now smooth stick to whittle away at any raised bits. She was focused with curious eyes that rarely wandered from her own spear. But, as her mentor spoke one could see her tail flick in excitement. He was broadening her horizons when it came to her fangs. She obviously knew of her advantages now that she had them but he was informing her of so much more. "I want to learn how to do all of that." Ban was ambitious by default and that trait was coming out more and more.

As she finished the babe raised her head and looked over her work. Now looking at the big picture she could see flaws and bits she may have whittled a bit too much but overall it was a spear. Banshee looked to he Warlord as he spoke again. The hulking male let forth one word of acceptance before moving onto their next venture. Banshee did as she was instructed by grabbing a second spear and some leather in her jaws, careful not to squeeze down hard enough to puncture anything. She then followed him with eager yet patient steps.

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