A pup’s first fighting lesson

He does not mind the way the Kaicho assesses his appearance. The slice on his cheek will be one of many wounds to come. Already, the flow of blood as slowed as the skin begins its natural healing process. When he places his paw back upon the ground, he looks up at the dire man with his slightly glowing silvery gaze. Akito is curious but when the Kaicho questions if he wanted his mother to see his first kill, he cannot help but wag his tail a few times.

”I do. I think she will be proud,” Akito states as a whisper of a smile graces his monochrome lips. ”Do you remember your first kill?” the pup asks since he is not quite ready to leave the Kaicho’s presence. He is always inquisitive, thirsty for knowledge, and wanting to know more. His mind wandered constantly, but in a good way. While he stood there with the dead weasel at his paws, he wondered. Was his own first kill as good as the Kaicho’s?