09-13-2009, 03:56 PM
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The question wasn't a shock to the warrior. Pups thought they could be taught everything. After all they where taught to speak, walk, use manners and share. Most of their personality was learned up to this point minus a few details. More likely their behaviour was taught from parents and pack mates rather then their own thought patterns. It was not until pups where older that they could really think for their own, around Gotham's age. He vividly remembered thinking everything his parents told him, or an adult for that matter, was true. He had leaned the hard way that sometimes others are not always as nice as the people you grow up with. That as a young wolf you can be sheltered from the reality that others can be harmful, even deadly. They can lie, cheat, and use your naivety to their advantage. His eyes looked around himself and the pup half expecting to see the coyote leader that had sent a pack to kill his parents.
Satisfied that there was no such danger he rested calm golden eyes on Gotham's tiny black body. "Singing isn't really something I can teach you, I'm not an expert at it in anyone's opinion." How could he explain to a boy that not everything was taught? "It's something you practice on your own and get better at very gradually. Just like your speech is improving a little every day, and you learn new words, you'll find that coming up with words in a melody will gradually get easier." Standing up now he reached his arms, hand in fists, up in the air and let his muzzle open in a yawn. "Purhaps we should head back to the manor and hum as we walk." He suggested with a playful wink as he started towards the mansion.
The question wasn't a shock to the warrior. Pups thought they could be taught everything. After all they where taught to speak, walk, use manners and share. Most of their personality was learned up to this point minus a few details. More likely their behaviour was taught from parents and pack mates rather then their own thought patterns. It was not until pups where older that they could really think for their own, around Gotham's age. He vividly remembered thinking everything his parents told him, or an adult for that matter, was true. He had leaned the hard way that sometimes others are not always as nice as the people you grow up with. That as a young wolf you can be sheltered from the reality that others can be harmful, even deadly. They can lie, cheat, and use your naivety to their advantage. His eyes looked around himself and the pup half expecting to see the coyote leader that had sent a pack to kill his parents.
Satisfied that there was no such danger he rested calm golden eyes on Gotham's tiny black body. "Singing isn't really something I can teach you, I'm not an expert at it in anyone's opinion." How could he explain to a boy that not everything was taught? "It's something you practice on your own and get better at very gradually. Just like your speech is improving a little every day, and you learn new words, you'll find that coming up with words in a melody will gradually get easier." Standing up now he reached his arms, hand in fists, up in the air and let his muzzle open in a yawn. "Purhaps we should head back to the manor and hum as we walk." He suggested with a playful wink as he started towards the mansion.
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