Brotherly bonding

Desolate waited patiently for his soft-spoken sibling to give his response, his own tail wagging harder when Void accepted his proposition. That was the first step, to find a partner to train with. The next step was a lesson of some sort, but Desolate had had so few lessons that he really didn't know how to teach. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then started offering up ideas with hesitance. "Well... I.." His brows furrowed, and he stared down at his feet. He didn't want to have to admit how little he knew. "Well, you like to look at things. Maybe we could practice fighting without looking. Y'know, like... hearing and feeling." Desolate stepped forward to demonstrate, whipping a paw past Void's face - but far enough that it'd not hit the boy - so he could feel the draft the swing created.

Was that silly? Desolate didn't know. He'd heard that there were some blind fighters who were as fierce as the ones with vision, so perhaps being able to stop relying on sight alone for a counter attack could help the pups. Although when he pictured the pair sparring with their eyes shut, he wrinkled his nose in distaste. If someone happened to wander by, it'd definitely be a sight to see. They might need to take turns with their eyes open so the pair didn't simply flail around the territory. "Or not, I don't know. Do you have any ideas?" Desolate's head tilted towards his brother. "Is there anything you'd want to learn to do?"