Lets call it educational

Shortly after his howl a familiar wolf came into view, and he knew Marshal had not led them astray. The polite and submissive form of the wolf who had told him about the market place slowed a walk before them. As Absinthe spoke, he gave the boy beside him a subtle nudge. They were here for his learning, and he could lead the charge. He trusted Art not to make a fool of himself. “Hello again Absinthe, this is my godson, Artorias” he said in way of introduction. He was rather fond of that word godson.

He leaned back on his hunches, putting Art subtly before him. Here in support of the boy, but letting it be his show. He furthered the gesture with a nod when Art looked his way. The gesture seemed to say ‘you’ve got this’ and it was all the encouragement Art needed.

His Godson began to speak. Sirius was standing close enough to him that it was easy to give him another nudge. Hiding a grin, he did exactly that, and Art got the message.

"Sirius Fatalis"