I Gave You All

As he looked over his shoulder he saw that Lark was crouching just like him, and gave the boy a smile. He was already setting such a good pace, keeping up with Bass with ease. Lark was growing fast, and he was sure that the boy was going to skyrocket passed his siblings height, as well as his own. Another tall Destruction, something that was rare indeed. When Lark rose his head and sniffed, he turned to Bass to ask what it was. He was still impressed that the kid picked them up that easily, there were tons of other smells that would distract the nose if you weren't trying to focus. But clearly the brown boy was quite clever, a swell of pride showing in his eyes. Lark may be the most quiet and reserved of all his children, but it didn't mean that he wasn't paying attention. Bass just knew that he was going to grow up to be a fine warrior -- or whatever he wanted to be. He had the mindset of a leader already, as such a young age. Bass had no doubt that it would be this boy beside him that he would train to take over the pack.

Dropping into an even lower crouch, Bass turned to Lark to answer his question. "That smell belongs to a 'visone', or a mink in English," he said in hushed tones, introducing it in Italian first before he did English. He had yet to call together a training for his kids to learn the foreign language, but he still liked to sneak a few words in here and there. "They are a type of weasel, like an elongated rat really. They are fast and smart, but their fur is soft and their meat is tender. Be careful of their teeth though, they can still bite at you even when you are chasing them down. You have to be prepared for a good chase, Lark. Do you think you can pull it off?" there was a bit of challenge in the Azat's words, a brow raising as he inspected his son. They weren't the easiest prey to start with, but Bass liked to put them up to a challenge. Otherwise it would be easy, and it wouldn't prepare them for just how hard it really was to hunt larger prey.