Like slow disappearing

Already Veigar was beginning to realize that there was more to life than... well, romping around in puddles. The rest of his life being this carefree sounded ideal but at the same time he knew he needed to work on doing grown-up things. Like training, and figuring out how he could possibly provide to Habari. He didn't have the words for it yet but he knew he was already beginning to feel indebted to his pack, and the women who had raised him. Somehow he wanted to make them proud, and to prove he was strong and capable - even if he had no idea how to do that yet. But he knew in time he'd learn what he was good at.

He grinned at her, his joy palpable in his features as well as the white flecked markings that were scattered throughout his coat. They flared bright when his emotions did, not always visible in bright light but always in darkness. Out in the sunlight it was likely not overly noticeable but still present as his excitement amped up at Deathbelle's agreement to his idea. "Can you train me some? Am I big enough to start fighting yet?" As if trying to be threatening he bared his teeth and lowered his upper body down, hindquarters up and wiggling.