Lessons

Jakart's gaze brightened considerably when he learned this she-wolfs name. Callisto. Paws kneeded the earth when she spoke again. It took him a moment to realize what she said and he shot up on sore legs to follow her between the boulders as she meandered a path through the Rock Garden. He kept his ears alert to hear Callisto, attention turning to a white petaled flower with curiosity when she pointed it out. The yearling was quick to snap up the bud and held it under his tongue for better absorption.

He found himself in a rather cheery mood, the flowers taste questionable of whether he liked it or wanted to spit it out.?The sounds of water trickling by held his attention for a moment as he swallowed the remainder of the flower, mismatched eyes watching the healer in training as he did as she asked. Jakart plopped onto his stomach and panted continuously as his new friend searched for whatever she was looking for. At least he hoped she wanted to be his friend. Serecia didn't have any pups his age or status, and so it was that Jakart had never had anybody else to play with besides his siblings.?

Callisto was tugging on something, her body visably fighting with the object. It gave way, and Callisto returned to him with sugar cane. Jakart's eyes lit up at the treat, gratefully accepting it as he began to gnaw on a reed. Like before he held it under his tongue. Though it took a few minutes Jakart began to feel much better, his tail wagging in appreciation for his new friend's deed. "Thank you Callisto. It's enough." The grey male stood and shook his pelt, unsure of what to do next. There was a strange fluttering in his chest, a very confusing sensation he'd never experienced before.