Show Me Your Grrrr Face

While he sat, intently listening to their fathers lesson, he squeaked out an alarmed yelp as a sibling pounced and pinned his tail. His reaction was quick, a warning snarl through curled lips shot her way though before he could act or tell her to fuck off say anything, father was already on it and warning her. His snarl switched to a smirk and he stuck his tongue out at her briefly before turning his focus back to the lesson. This was important! How dare his bratty sister try to distract him! She would pay later most certainly, and he would use whatever lesson from this he could to pay her back and then some.

As Aresenn went on about knowing your enemy, learning their habits and tricks, he considered anything he knew about his sister. He probably knew more than he allowed himself, but as he took in their fathers words he couldn't help but let his eyes wander to Araxina's twitchy paws. He didn't know what it meant, but certainly it was a weakness. He was steady, certain, precise... She seemed... messy, perhaps even sloppy, in comparison; even to the rest of his siblings who all sat quietly, intently listening to this important, harsh lesson.

Dracun was only focused on her paws for a brief moment, but it felt much longer to him. Father was talking about timing and pursuit now. Hesitation was a fatal mistake, but going in without strategy would result in the same outcome.

"Are we going to practice today?" he asked with bright, eager eyes as he sat up straighter and puffed his chest out just slightly, tail tip thumping the ground softly behind him; hoping to pounce on his sisters head like she had his tail.

"Speech!"


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