to catch a bunny

“Of course” Sirius agreed absently. That was all part of the lesson. The boy would learn to craft, chase, snare, and kill the rabbit today. It was just one small thing on the large list of skills to be teaching to his sons. He was already proud of Azure tenacity, and his willingness to do as he was told. So far, his son had not shown fear easily. Unlike Mortis.

“Quiet now Azure, we need to track and sneak up on our prey” he warned, his own voice a quiet whisper above his boy's head. The crept through the long grace, and when Sirius found the scent of their prey, he pointed it out to the boy. “Get that into your nostrils, remember the scent” he ordered, voice even softer. “Track it. Quietly.”