Lessons

Jakart fought to relax his body and keep an alert state of consciousness. A tired gaze staring at Callisto intently. He hoped that she would get past whatever mental barrier she had put up and would show what she had just been taught. She was stubborn. A fighters heart lay deep within her as Jakart believed resided in all wolves, though in her case she had chosen a different path to travel down. Now it was as inert as his will to move. He scraped his left leg's dewclaw into the dirt in a lazy circle while waiting. But she began to gather herself up. And he could relax in victory as she began to move how he did.

It wasn't half bad. As was everything when trying something so alien for the first time. But Callisto did good. Jakart was proud of her. "Nice job Cal. Much better than my sisters." He mumbled with sincerity. Of course he didn't need to tell her that Anais and Lior had chosen a different path to walk in life. Perhaps she had seen his sisters around a training or some such. But she had made the first effort before them, and that was good. "If you don't mind I think I'll rest here for a while." Jakart mumbled as his eyes slid closed.

-Jakart is asleep-