Iskandor, with his small but strong legs, sprinted eagerly toward the sound of his mother's call. The black obsidian sands beneath his paws felt cold and rough, but they didn't bother him. His vibrant blue streaks seemed to shimmer against the dark landscape as he made his way to the cove. He was filled with a bubbling excitement, knowing Ignita had something important to teach them today.
Panting slightly as he slowed, he noticed the strange palm trees and found himself wondering what made them grow here. His sharp blue eyes scanned the scene, absorbing every detail, a habit he had picked up from her. He always wanted to understand everything around him, especially when it came to lessons like this.
"Mother!" Iska barked as he approached, ears perked and tail wagging. "What are you going to show us today?" His little voice carried an eager tone, his curiosity alive, as always, with the thrill of learning something new. He was too focused on his mother to offer greetings to his siblings, aside from the spray of sand from his sudden running-stop.
