Learn by Doing

When it came to learning, Daemon was what you would call a "practical learner". If a lesson wasn’t hands on or had some element of physical practice, there was a good chance the boy wouldn’t care for it. His mind was sharp and his brain was a sponge for knowledge, but he needed to practice the application for his lessons in order to retain them. That was why he hated lectures but looooved activities!

When Deimos’ call for all the puppies in the pack went out, the rapidly growing crimson and violet boy plodded from where he’d been stalking a fawn in the direction of the King, arriving shortly after. Although still very young, Daemon now stood at the height of an average wolf, and it was clear he would be growing to fill his father’s dire-sized genes. Greeting Deimos with a tight smile and a dip of his head, the Mendacium lad took a seat while he waited for the rest of the group to arrive, wondering what sort of lesson they’d be getting today.

"Daemon Mendacium"