You point and shoot, how hard can it be?

Basilisk shuffled his paws awkwardly in the training field. Before him was an adolescent bird the size of a house cat, and a meak looking healer girl. His grandfather's lecture and cuff around the ears still ringing in his head. He’d been caught raiding their allies' food supplies in the middle of the night, and his punishment was two fold. Burn off some energy, and make himself useful to the Hallows wolf. Lia had gotten them some training dummies set up, and then decided to sit in for the lesson. Together, it made for a strange audience, especially to a wolf that had never taught before.

“Uhh… Hi class. So, I’m Basilisk, your teacher today…” he trailed off with an awkward grin and pointed at the training dummy in front of him. The other two had identical ones in front of them. “First, let’s look at defences and weak points. Look at anything, uhh… that sticks out, like ears and toes and stuff. Think about what's easy to grab. Anyone got any suggestions?” man. This teaching stuff was hard


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