Lesson beneath the stars

The Warlord grinned widely as his little Zeelet (not that he’d ever call her that in Zee’s hearing) rushed down the steps to greet him. He held open his arms to the young pup and when she reached him, he folded her into them. He kissed her brow, and as always was startled by how little these pups were. “Vanta” he said warmly.

He was never happier than when his little ones showed a passion for learning. He would drive them to it, regardless if they wished to learn or not. But enthusiasm was always pleasant to see. “You can! What kind of lesson did you want, Thunderbolt?” he asked, running a paw along her shimmering, crystalline blue fur above her nose.


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