Show Me Your Grrrr Face

Another day, another lesson. Only this time, it was their father who was summoning them, having found a small clearing near their den to serve as his pedestal. Abyss was already nearby, rummaging through the underbrush. So it didn’t take long for them to arrive, and yet, they were dead last. Hmpf. A look of indifference is on their face, but inside, they are irritated with their tardiness. Straightening up, taking a seat, and turning their attention to Aresenn, they feel the palpable shift in the atmosphere occur. Aresenn was being authoritative, commanding their attention and Abyss’ gaze didn’t waiver from their father.

Fighting wasn’t a game- common sense to most, but to young pups, games were all they knew. Play fighting, wrestling, pretend stalking; all games Abyss played with their siblings. But today would not be a game. Father wanted them to understand the importance of understanding that their survival would depend on how well they fought. And it needed to be taken seriously.

Nodding, Abyss absorbs every word their father says. Strategy is the first step, and outsmarting an opponent while utilizing personal strengths is the key to winning fights. Sericea speaks up, and Abyss shifts their gaze to her, waiting to see how their father would respond.

"Speech"