Auntie time

Citadel dropped into a play bow, and glanced over at his Auntie, before adjusting his own figure. He was accustomed to the feel of his body and stepping into stances at his dads order. His biggest detriment had always been getting accustomed to his growth spurts, and his oversized front paws.

A little furrow of concentration appeared between his eyes, showing he was clearly putting thought into the exercise, hitting the point where she demonstrated he should have a burning feeling and holding it. He held it for a little while - the competitive part of him was tempted to push it - but didn’t. He rose again, and grinned at Makara “Do you stretch on the battlefield before your opponents?” he partly wondered, partly teased.


"Citadel"