Lessons with Stepdad

*Naiche* · 07-14-2021, 09:52 PM

The remark of being a Fatalis got a small smirk on Naiche face. He had never taken a last name. It would have been Naiche from the his family’s band but then that band had broken up gone it separate ways. So he had no name to pass on to Arc had he wanted to debate over who’s name was carried on. When he’d first joined the armada he had admittedly hung on to every word by Sirius and looked up to him as to a guardian figure. It was what he had left, after all, a pack leader and the warlord certainly showed well.

It was a thing of honor to be able to wear the Fatalis name so it certainly made sense for Satira to be proud of it. Did Mo have a last name to pass on had he been permitted to? Naiche gave Satira a nod, “You keep that head held high. Fatalis is a great bloodline. I have loads of respect for your grandfather and love your mom so I can attest to it.” Not that he and Azure had gotten along overly well but best not to think ill of the dead. What had happened to Mort as well? Indigo had left and there was a lot less Fatalis blood in the pack than their use to be.

Pan toddled up to move within a good distance from Satira, giving her another wave of greeting in response to her. He loved both the pups, even if they could be a handful. Pan lowered his front legs so his knuckles were ever so slightly touching the ground, hands curled under to hide the overly long claws.

“Alright, first thing should be obvious. Always watch your opponent. No matter what or who it is. Even if you were to face something that should be an easy win don’t look away. It only takes a second for the tables to turn. Flatten your ears so the opponent can’t easily rip them, or even accidentally in a spar.”

Pan did his part in watching Satira though there was just no way he could manage intimidating with those tiny gentle eyes on either side of his long muzzle and with no ears the last part had nothing to do with him either.

“and remember, he may look harmless but you are facing someone who has more experience in a fight than you do.” He wanted to give Satira a little something to make this seem a serious challenge and certainly, Pan wasn’t going to unnerve her by looks. “He helped me fight a crocodile.” Very loosely helped, but it counted.

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