Shrike would listen to his uncle, lifting his gaze to the older wolf quietly. More to come... More chances to succeed. Training wasn’t a sign of failure... It was how you got better at things. He would give yet another sigh, his multicolored form leaning slightly leaning into the older man. He didn’t like the idea that he had failed... But with both Limno and Allen saying much the same thing, even his own brother, he figured that it had to be the truth. So it didn’t matter that he wasn’t perfect... He could get there through training.
Diligence... Practice... Shrike would slowly lift his gaze to meet that of the calico gentleman. “I guess so.” The boy’s bi-colored eyes would meet with his uncle’s dark green ones. His ears would flick back some, further questions passing his lips. “How long did it take you to get so good at it?