big pawprints to fill

Ysmir didn’t want to cause his aunt any harm, but he couldn’t help the worrying thought as he rammed into her and she stumbled back onto the ground. The boy leapt away, concern written on his features as he approached much more bashfully. Dark ears perked forward and his dual toned eyes watched her stand without any problem and it was hard for him to miss the proud look in her eye. She gave him more advice then, suggesting that he work on his strength forward approach. He was going to be massive like many wolves in the family. His height was already towering compared to Asvor. Ysmir nodded in understanding as she offered him a few pointers to keep in mind as he made his way into the world of the warrior. There would be his own wounds to see to when his opponent was truly going after him, but his size would be to his advantage.

Asvor went on to ask him if there was anything else he wanted her to assist him with. Ysmir didn’t realize the age his aunt was truly getting to, nor did he notice any kind of decline. He looked up to her as much as the other adults in his life. Ysmir wasn’t sure what else to ask her about, he appreciated the little mock fight beyond words.

The boy shrugged bashfully and lowered himself to the ground in a sphynx like pose. He gestured vaguely, and made himself look like he was eager for any kind of lesson she had to give him. Healing, hunting, crafting, Ysmir didn’t know what to ask about he just enjoyed learning.