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I know I'm asking a lot of Aithne, to have her teach me fighting moves when she has no obligation to me. I am not her pack and I can think of nothing I could do for her to return the favor and yet she's still here, still coaching me. It brings out the old hope in me that sees the good in others and wants to believe they can all believe in peace too. A world without violence, that would be amazing. And yet until then I guess I have to learn how to fight. It doesn't mean I have to use it, especially not like my sister does, but at least I'll know how to defend myself if the time comes around again. Perhaps this time I can even get a good whack on my sister's nose and show her how it feels. As her ears flatten, I swallow and when she shows her fangs, I take a step back, eyebrows rising in puzzlement. She's not going to attack me, is she? She yells at me and I quiver a little, my ears flattening as I duck my head in instant shame of my words. I guess I shouldn't be worrying about saving my face or anything for that matter. My eyes are wide, almost pleading with her by the end. "Okay, okay, you don't have to yell about it! I get it. Scars are better than being dead." I shrug, ducking my head again and hoping I don't get reprimanded for yelling back at her. When she sits, I straighten up a little, feeling a little more relaxed when she's like that than up standing and ready to strike. I swear, she's pretty fast. When she speaks again, I scowl and look down at my paws. "That doesn't mean I have to like the lesson." Letting out a heavy sigh, I look back up at her and try to square off, widening my stance and lowering my head to protect my vitals. "This good?" I try to get her fcus back on teaching me so I don't get yelled at anymore. I'm not much for yelling. Tristan.male.5 years old.son of |