Never too young to learn

Arcturus glared at his sister and stuck his tongue out at her as well before refocusing on his father, listening to all the additional notes and lessons he gave about the sand being a tool in the fight too and not just something different to consider for their footing. He nodded in agreement to all the things he said about fighting for a reason even though they didn't need to right now. He definitely wanted to be the best fighter! There was no doubt about that! More nods were given while his father talked about defenses and being faster than those bigger than them and about weaknesses - physical and mental - and something else... so much talking. He just wanted to spar and do things to learn. His sister was the studious one of the two of them. He wanted to learn by doing!

Luckily it seemed like they had finally gotten to the spar part of their lesson and he immediately perked back up like a house plant getting some water for the first time in several days. He hopped up onto his paws and gave himself a quick shake before turning to face his sister and dropping down into a fighting stance just like he had practiced with his father. His feet were placed firmly and evenly apart, his ears and tail were tucked out of reach, and he crouched down a little bit so he was ready to spring or dart out of the way at any moment. He glared at her as she laughed at him, his fluffy mane prickling and puffing - most certainly not helping his case of looking ridiculous at all.

"Arcturus Fatalis"