Lessons

Jakart wagged his tail with a half smile plastered about his face. He liked this she wolf. If it was more than a like, such as affection, then perhaps he could court her into being his wife when they were older. Wasn't that how it worked? The yearling though about his mom hunting about for wolves her children's age. But there were almost non, and all Jakart had was his brothers and sisters. Maybe now he had Callisto. Who was asking about how he got into the state when he met her. Training? Why would a healer want to know about training for battle? Jakart's tail gave an involuntary wag and he shook his pelt.

"Me and my brother do this off and on. My Da wants us to learn how to defend ourselves. And kill with counter attacks. Mainly it involves the throat, but you could also maul the inside of a leg and get the artery your pinning somebody, and the only thing that could happen is you get an ear ripped off." Jakart realized at this point that he was rambling, quieting off with an minute sigh. "My brother already has a funny ear from a thunder during that hurricane a year back. So I guess it doesn't matter if he loses that ear. It twitches funny as if still searching for a sound that will never come..." He realized that he was getting grossly off subject, rather suddenly switching back. "You wanna learn anything? I learned where sugar cane is, and if I need it again I should just take the tops off so they grow back. Take so leave some."