A pup’s first fighting lesson

The boys first kill is hard fought and well-earned. The scent of blood filled the air, making Hattori's nose twitch on instinct as he took it in, breathed it deep and knew the little warrior was savouring the taste and smell too. Hattori is still for a moment, glowing silver gaze watchful and knowing, not judgemental merely appraising the boy, wondering who he will become in time. Like his sisters, hopefully.

"Well fought." He then tells him, native tongue rumbling quietly. "Do you need your mother?" After all Sedna has a skilled healer, would know how to patch this one up if need be.