Kick grass and take butts

His master came and the boy allowed a grin to slip onto his features, a friendly wag tipping his white ticked tail to and fro. Sirius greeted him and he offered a deep bow in a greeting of his own, as did his companions. After all, he was his teacher and he deserved the utmost respect. The man instructed him to begin his stretches and the red-scaled boy rose from his seated position to promptly begin without question. In his many months of training, he’d come to learn that the Warlord was particular when it came to starting and ending their sessions, but he also knew that the man knew what he was doing to the utmost sense of the word. He was a master in many fields and the boy looked to him with awe and inspiration.