Sharp and pointy

To her son's concerns over whether or not he would get used to his claws or not, she gave him a reassuring smile and nodded. "You will, my love, I promise. These kind of claws are just unique among wolves so your instincts don't quite know what to do with them. It takes a little training and work, but soon enough you'll build up those habits and the muscles that control them and it will feel as if you were always supposed to have them." She flexed her own claws again as if to demonstrate the ease with which she used her own. "I had the same feeling when I was your age, but I got used to them very quickly and I have no doubt that you will too."

As she shifted into their little game, she enjoyed the excitement her son showed at the prospect of the simple game, grinning as he readied himself for the countdown and watched her with close attention so he wouldn't miss a word. She counted down slowly and had her paws at the ready, but when she got to actually extending her claws it ended up with Malico as the winner. Whether or not that was because she was distracted with Malico's adorableness or because she secretly wanted her boy to win this little dual she would never admit. Instead she just grinned and laughed lightly, retracting her claws so she could reach over and playfully ruffle the fur on the top of his head with her paw. "Well done! One of these days you're going to be an even better fighter than me with those claws!"

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