Snack Time, Brats (pup hunt)

Sabre, despite his lack of enthusiasm for the whole ordeal, listened intently as the Saxe woman spoke. She was no Daegmar, but she was - despite her natural handicap of not being a Thyre - clearly lightfooted and capable in the subject she taught. Surely his mother would not choose to live with complete idiots, so he might as well pay attention and learn. Perhaps he might even surprise his mother with some tidbit of knowledge she had not yet taught them... As the other pups began to eagerly bumble around in an attempt to copy her, Sabre too moved. Even had the Imperialis children not been here he would have hardly been the tallest among them, being outsized by his sister, one of the Destruction boys and both of the Armada girls in addition to the alpha's older children, but he was lithe and elegantly built and so it came naturally for him to hold himself lightly as he moved, like he was dancing to a classical piece only he could hear. Let these other children move like the lumbering oafs they were, he would put them to shame. He would...

Crackle.

Damnit that leaf was not supposed to be there.