Auntie time

Patience - he could do that. At least, he could when it was worth the wait. He pulled himself back off Makara, realising perhaps he had acted too quickly. But his tail still wagged slowly behind him as he looked to his Auntie. Her next words were not, however, expected. He wrinkled his nose at her, an expression of bafflement.

“What's stretching, Auntie?” He asked, as he watched her move her body funny. He had expected her words to be a prelude to defences, so he was caught off guard by this entirely new information. Was stretching similar to defences, or something else entirely? Regardless, Makara suddenly had the entirety of his attention.


"Citadel"