big pawprints to fill

Ysmir was coming up to a year of age, and he felt like he should have been more advanced than he was. He spent a lot of time on his own, with the gyrfalcon and fox companions he’d found along the way. Being able to train with Asvor was aprivelege he intended on taking full advantage of. He was well aware of the wisdom she possessed over him, and he knew too that he could become better because of what she had to offer to him. Being able to impress her was far more than what he expected, and when he grazed her a strong sense of accomplishment rushed through his young body.

She leapt away from him and Ysmir did the same in the opposite direction. He straightened himself and brought her his full attention. The hint of a proud grin pulled at his lips as she praised his effort. They weren’t finished yet though. She continued to challenge him, prompting his next move after a dodged attack. Ysmir didn’t take any time to think this second attempt. He already challenged his aunt’s wight and height. This attack was full on brute force as he lowered his center of gravity and raced forward with shoulder jutting as he aimed to bowl her over. No tricks, only pure force straight ahead.