The sound of cracking bones and tearing muscles filled the clearing as J'adore shifted quickly to his lupus form. Standing lower then before, but still showing an impressive mass over his young children he spoke. And to the children, his voice sounded as if it came from the heavens. 'I will teach you then' he said with a satisfied nod. Heavens, you'll need it. He would teach them basic moves, nothing to venomous or boistrous, anything to instill the common battle sense within their wonderous minds. He would not participate in the childish rumbles though, for fear that he injured the smaller male and his larger sister. Instead he would coach at the sidelines.
Iskander moved closer to his father, seating himself almost on top of the large golden paws. 'Padre' he stated simply, frowning up at the snowy eyed male oddly as he planted himself close. He directed his own apple green orbs towards his sister, 'Madre won't watch' he said confidently. 'She's sleeping'. His words were gentle whispers, deliberation in his voice. J'adore nodded softly, 'We must let her rest remember' he said softly. They knew she had too, but the exact reason they had kept hidden from their gentle minds.
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