Training Time - surprise

Mother was in one of her fussy moods, the sort where she never wanted to let him go. After wriggling from her naked grasp, Levi had been quick to make his way to the Sea's Plain, where he knew she wouldn't even dream of following in the condition she was in. Sodden grains of sand coated the fire of his paws as he roamed down the length of the beach, his gaze set on the horizon as gulls soared overhead. There was usually something going on within the Armada's training grounds and sure enough one of his uncles- he didn't know which- was getting things set up, like he had a lesson in mind. Watching him for a moment longer, Levi was already on the scene when the last note Kotori's howl rolled off his dark lips.

He'd always been fast and punctual, but this was a little too much.

Instead of an overly friendly, puppyish response, Levi merely took to eyeing the circle he'd drawn in the sand. A little sloppy, wobbly in places but close enough to the real thing to make do. The azure of Levi's gaze roved over his uncles form, he lacked the usual slash markings and instead had softer, elongated splodges. Almost like the markings of a big cat. He was every bit Fatalis in his build though, tall but not overly so with muscles honed from seasons of training and practice. An expected standard of their bloodline, nothing like that roll of lard on legs who was supposedly his Aunt.

"Hi." He said, content to leave it at that as they waited for the others.