Impressed yet?

Bas winced as his claw jerked a little, catching on something beneath the surface. He leaned forward, sniffing and prodding, before realising the issue. With a grimace, he worked his way around the crystal embedded beneath the skin, and kept going. Aware of losing just a little bit more of the skin in the process. He really hoped there would be enough to work with! He already had grand plans for his first skill.

He moved to the other side, and carefully dug his claws in. This time he didn’t have his dad to trace a line for him, but he had the gist of it. He was focused and determined to get it right. When it was clear his father wasn’t the right wolf to talk about dyes with, he left that part alone. He would have to track down someone in the pack who did. Someone here had to know how, right?

He looked up in surprise at his fathers question, and then ducked his head again, finishing up the last few lines. “Grandpa has been teaching me my forms, and how to track prey and walk quietly.” he explained, looking down at his oversized paws in frustration. Both walking quietly and moving quickly for any length of time were skills he struggled with while his paws were practically larger than the rest of him.


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