Iskandor immediately matched his brother’s cheeky grin with his own, his eyes sparking in mischief as his brother sat next to him. But the moment Selene wedged herself between them, Iskandor's expression softened into a lopsided, boyish grin as he leaned slightly to mock squish her.
Wylan's voice drew them all to attention. “Today we are going to learn a little about knives.” he said, gesturing to the table where several knives lay.
Iskandor’s eyes lit up with intrigue, the gleam of each blade catching the light blue hues of his gaze. He stepped closer, careful yet eager, as Wylan continued, “So let's figure out what makes a knife right for you. Pick up some of the ones on the table and get a feel for them. What makes them different? Is it the way they’re balanced, the length, the width?”
The young wolf obeyed, feeling the cool metal under his paw pads and noticing the subtle shifts in weight as he moved each blade. Some were heavier at the base, some felt more balanced. His mind raced with the questions posed, absorbing the details he noticed upon first inspection. Which would be the right fit for him?
