A little kiss on his forehead from grandpa. While Warden would like to pretend he was embarrassed by it, he really wasn't. No, like really wasn't, the affection and approval from the Warlord leading him to beam up at the man. His little tail thumping on the ground behind him. A little smile on his face. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted, thank you. His siblings gathered around, too. It looked like it was going to be a big lesson, with all of the siblings clustered together around Sirius. The more the merrier... maybe.
Zion went up, and everyone else was... well, listen there was a lot going on. Warden was having a hard time focusing, but he'd still try. Puppy attention spans being akin to those of goldfish and all... right. Centering himself. He joined the line up with his siblings, carefully trying to arrange his paws beneath himself. Warden teetered, feeling his muscles flex and work in a way that he wasn't entirely sure he liked. Wobbly at best, but he'd keep trying. "What'dya mean, center? What am I looking for the middle of?" The boy's brow creased as he concentrated, trying to keep himself... sorted out. Sorted out as best he could over his paws. This was hard. Still, he wouldn't give in, he could do hard things.
