Sleeping In

Nako wagged his tail at his sister chortle, a hum of happiness bubbling up in the yearlings chest. "I bet you could too." They sure had a few months of happiness when they were young before their father was banished. That had been a hard day. Their mother came in, and well, he didn't remember much after that. The running he did outside of their den, falling to his belly in the forest and weeping. As with his siblings, he had never got to say goodbye, the last time he had seen him was when Bane had bumped him awake on his way out. The father had gone up the entrance to the den, his sire peaking and giving a reassuring smile one last time before leaving. And for the better part of a year, he was gone.

Anais looked a bit confused and slightly anxious at his statement. "Me and Jak are practicing defensive killing only. Keep moving. Go for the face. That sort of thing." The grey yearling spoke as she came up after him. "We're doing it as few times as possible to. So when a situation like that does come up we're not relying on muscle memory so we don't stop before the bite. Keep going and go for the eyes, ears, throat, tail. Otherwise our mind might think its a practice and not follow through. And well, we would be open to a counter attack by the individual." Nako took off a few bounds towards the lake, mulling over what he had just said. He turned back. "Did that all make sense?"