Manners Will Get You Far

Daemon wasn't particularly fond of being summoned for lessons like he was just some object to be shuffled back and forth between the adults all trying to impart some sorts of wisdom onto them. But puppies weren't exactly known for their autonomy. Besides, he supposed some of the lessons weren't all that bad. Some turned out to be quite useful! Today, however, the lesson aunt Ikigai had summoned them for was to be a lesson on manners. Daemon arrived to the stone platform just as Ikigai was explaining the syllabus for the day. Fever and one of the other pups—was that one Dominus?—were the only ones there, so at least he wasn't the last one to show up.

As he clambered up onto the rock and took a seat somewhat near his sister, he caught the snide remark Fever made before meeting her stare with a sideways leer of his own. Oh, she wanted to go, did she? Well two could play at that game! "Talking down to others, or acting high and mighty," he retorted with a saccharine sweet smile shot directly at his sister, the look in his eyes a daring gleam that read clear as day "Try me, sis."

"Daemon Mendacium"