Training but with a stripy twist

His mother had told him earlier that day that Aunt Dalila had wanted to start his physical training that day, and Revenant couldn't have been more excited! He was finally going to get some proper fighting lessons so he'd be able to best his brothers whenever they tried to ambush him or pounce on him when he was napping. While they walked down toward the training area, Dalila asked if he was ready to learn, and Revenant turned his mismatched eyes up to the tall mottled form of his aunt with an eager nod and proud grin. "You bet I am!" he said with a happy bounce to his step, tiny black tail swishing and wagging behind him with every step. He couldn't wait to start learning to fight to make his father proud and be better than the rest of his brothers.

As the two wolves walked down to the beach, a rustling in some underbrush and ferns caught their attention, and when Dalila came to a stop, so too did Revenant. He peered through the shadows in curiosity, squinting to try and see what she was seeing, but he was both too small and too unaware to realize what he was looking for. "What're you looking at, Aunt Dalila? What's out there?" he asked, but was swiftly silenced when she told him to stay close. The sudden seriousness in her voice stole away some of the boy's mirth, now trying to stay alert for whatever had spooked the older warrior. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice a little more hushed and cautious, like he was playing a game of hide and seek and trying to avoid being detected.

"Revenant Klein"