Lezioni

He had the idea to call all the pups together to have another lesson in Italian, but there was a little someone that needed a little more attention. He knew that Starling had been fighting to catch his eye, but he had been so busy with the pack, trying to handle it all alone. But now he had Allen -- bless his heart. Now Bass had a lot more like time on his paws, and Star deserved a little daddy time. The boy had been sticking his his own study and he was proud of him, he little one was dedicated to his herbs. Bass found them... a little, smelly. And strange. He preferred to fight than to heal, but he was pleased with him none-the-less.

Strolling through the rapids, the lesser used Abaven land, the Azat flopped to his side on the cooling ground. It was a damp afternoon, clouds lingering as the temperature cooled. Moisture clung to his pale fur but he didn't much mind it. Huffing, his tail beat against the earth as he let up a loud bark. "Starling, venire imparare qualcosa! Il tuo vecchio ha un paio di parole per insegnare." he called, pale ears flickering as he waited for him to appear. Hopefully he was close enough to hear...

"Speech"
"Italian"