Sorry for the crap post! D: SSWM: 506
Kesho was excited to have a student. Well, maybe not a student, but at least someone to share his knowledge with. Battling was something he'd always been passionate about; after all, it had been part of him since he was young. Even if he couldn't teach her everything he knew, he would be able to impart some useful knowledge, at the very least. Admittedly, he was also somewhat nervous. What if he messed up, taught her something he shouldn't have, or failed at teaching period? Maybe he wouldn't even be able to explain anything to her. But no, he was confident enough in his abilities to share some of them, he thought.
"Kesho and I had our days as ruthless warriors, huh?" Kaena mentioned offhandedly.
Her words brought Kesho out of his distracted train of thought.
"Heh, we sure did..." he grinned at the Centurion, a modest, almost joking answer.
It was true, he had once been a much more grand being that he was now. Now, he didn't look like much. Now, he was old. He sighed slightly at the thought, but dismissed it. It mattered not at the moment, for despite his age and aching joints, he was being requested to teach this young Hastati.The girl was many years his junior; it was likely she was only a year or so old, though she seemed eager to learn. It was interesting, however, that she seemed to know so much about the humans already, whereas he, at nine years, hardly knew anything. It was true that, in the past, humans had not been as important to their culture. Perhaps the younger generation had generated more meaning to the strange, extinct creatures. After all, much more research and interest had been taken in them in recent years. Maybe it was time for the old man to catch up with the times.
"Maybe Kesho could show you things in his Lupus form, and I'll try with those?” Kaena suggested.
"That would be just fine." Kesho nodded in agreement.
"Kaena, would you like to have the floor first, then?" he smiled as he offered the Centurion to start, although he would not have minded shifting down into Lupus form; it was certainly more comfortable for him. It made sense, though, to start with the Optime form, since they were already in it. No sense wasting energy on shifting multiple times, Kesho thought. Especially for him, as he was still somewhat inexperienced, the slight physical drain was sometimes more than he anticipated. For the older coyote, his energy was limited, so he decided to spend it as wisely as possible.
The man turned to Alyssum and Kaena, stepping back so as to give them plenty of room. He extended an arm, palm facing upwards like a game show host presenting a wonderful prize. Kesho grinned and relaxed his body, ready and patiently waiting for the Centurion to begin her instruction. Perhaps he could learn a thing or two from Kaena, as well.
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