Brotherly bonding

Desolate's lip tugged at Void cracked an unsual grin, his tail whipping through the air behind him in excitement. If anything, even if he turned out to be the worst person to do a fighting lesson with at least he'd succeeded in making his brother smile. He stuck out his tongue playfully at the other boy as he confirmed that he'd probably not want to take on a wolf who had such a height advantage. "The bigger they are the harder they fall, right? I heard that somewhere." He was teasing of course, trying to convince himself that he'd have a chance against the direwolf child.

Void was right, Desolate would need an advantage if he were to fight a larger wolf - even if they were family - and he screwed up his face in concentration. Back and forth within his mind he considered whether it was worth it to win a fight against someone he loved at all, and he wasn't sure if the answer was yes. He didn't see himself as a warrior, a soldier. He wanted to protect those he loved like his timid, vanished mother... not fight simply to draw blood.

"This is difficult." He admitted, peering back over at the other boy. "It's your turn. What do your instincts tell you?" This was to learn after all, and Void couldn't learn just based of how Desolate's instincts directed him. "If I'm coming to bite your face, what are you going to do?" Desolate squared his shoulders and stared firmly up at Void, his lips pulling back in an attempted snarl that fell a little flat as if to give the star-gazing boy some imagery to go off of.