Never too young to learn

Satira shot her brother a glare and stuck her tongue out at him when he griped about her taking all the good answers. She nipped at his paw when it flicked her flopped over ear, Sandy biting down on nothing but air instead of hiss squishy toe beans. "Well, maybe if you were actually paying attention instead of daydreaming, you wouldn't be so slow," she teased him back. Naiche seemed impressed with both of their answers, confirming that they were both correct. Naiche gave them a few further pointers to their answers, things to think about and pay attention for, such as how the terrain could be turned into a weapon against your opponents or against you. Ever the good student, Tira sat and listened diligently with attentive ears, if not sleepy eyes. Just because she hated mornings didn't mean she didn't hold herself to her best behavior, especially when it came to learning how to beat up her bully of a brother.

Tira became especially interested when Naiche mentioned using emotional or mental weaknesses of your opponents to defeat them. She cast a sideways glance to Arc with a devilish smirk growing on her face. She liked the idea of mentally manipulating her brother and getting the upper hand over him. That sounded like a fun thing to learn! If Naiche didn't teach them any of those techniques, perhaps she could ask her mother about those later. As the Reaper, surely she would know all of the fighting styles and methods that ever existed, right?

Naiche gave the command for them to face off with one another. Now they would put theory into practice with a spar against her brother. Satira stood up and shook out the loose sand from her fluffy puppy fur and turned to face her brother. He looked a right mess with sand sticking to all of his excess fur, making Tira give an exasperated sigh and a little titter of laughter. Naiche told them to get into their best fighting stances, and Satira tried to mimic what she'd seen her mother show them before. Paws apart, wedged in the soft sand about shoulder length apart, though it was a little cumbersome with the sand hindering her movements and her tiny legs. She glared across at Arcturus. She didn't need any prompts to think of him as an enemy. Arc tormented her on an almost daily basis, pouncing on her in her sleep, biting at any part of her he could reach, messing with her floppy ears all the time. No, Tira already saw him as an opponent, and she was itching to be able to deal a bit of revenge back to him.

"Satira Fatalis"