Show Me Your Grrrr Face

Sericea watched her father, her expressive acidic eyes wide and attentive. Her brows furrowed, drinking in his words with a seriousness that was being asked of her. A small shiver ran through her soft red fur as the weight of his words settled in. Although she lacked the physical strength and experience of her father, her mind was sharp, ready to absorb the lessons he imparted.

“Strategy,” she repeated, testing the word in her mouth. The phrase felt heavy, invested with a solemnity that was new to her. "There is a strategy in playing though, isn’t there Daddy?" she asked, tilting her head to one side as she tried to draw a conclusion on her own. Even if he was saying that now was not the time to play. It did make sense for their lesson right?

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"