OOC you dont wanna make him cry XD
Ignoring Isa's smell was surprisingly easy when Amatha was there. His affection in her presence was a direct result from that, pouring all his attention onto the pup. He didn't think he was ready for a second litter, and being alone with Isa certainly meant that the chances of a second litter coming was extremely high. Sitting up he watched Isa's smooth change, eyes appreciative of her form. She had such a beautiful form, rounded hips and breasts that were perfectly plump, even larger now that Amatha was born.
It took him a moment to realize that she meant combat training. He did have to do that, after all. It wasn't often that the larger hybrid practiced his defensive skills. His focus was more highly attuned to the carpentry work that he did around the pack. Recently he'd been working on making arrows for the pack. Fletching them was much more difficult than he'd originally thought that it was going to be, more arrows broken than usable. Yes, that would be nice. His tail wagged, enjoying the thought of some time with Isa without Amatha.
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