The man hadn't spent much time with his niece and nephew yet. He'd been very busy with pack affairs and making sure nothing got in to harm them. Though he thought it would be nice to spend some time with them now. Of course, he'd checked on them often and made sure Grezig was happy.
It was time to see what kind of boots the kids were growing into.
He strolled on down to the den, chuffing loudly to announce his arrival as usual. The Zeta was particular about how he moved around the dens, not wanting to disturb anyone unintentionally. He was in good spirits today though so he thought everything would be well.
At least he hoped so.
The man couldn't help but chuckle as his nephew sprung from the den with a shriek behind him. He seemed to grow every day yet was still a pebble. Derg was sure he'd grow to dwarf himself with the size of his sire in his blood. For now, though, he was glad he was still little.
Little, but growing in mind and body fast.
"What's it to be today then, boy?" Came his challenge. Often, Xizur liked to try and fight and when is a mood such as today, Derg was obliged to play along. It never hurt anyone to start young. He stood with warm, honey eyes but his tail curled s if a threat. Teaching them the positioning of the body was just as important as anything else.
Indeed, he was caught off guard but oft he'd been ready for this trick as he was now. A somewhat surprise attack wasn't much of a surprise when it was expected. He neatly sidestepped, watching the fury being unleashed. That was the problem and he'd trained others out of it -- it was always harder to train yourself even if you knew how.
"Control." Was his only command. If you could control rage, it becomes dangerous. Without control, it is worthless.
He leaned down, snapping his teeth near his nephew's rump before sharply pulling away, hoping to avoid his easy turning. The smaller you were, the faster you usually were; on a pivot at least.
Ah, always amusing. Despite his inner cackling, he kept a picture of serenity upon his face. Impassive.
He circled the pup like one of the birds gliding high above, gaze pointed and daring. Waiting for the next move. Maybe this time he'll let himself be caught in the teeth -- that's if he didn't genuinely get bitten.
"Calm. Direct your anger." He knew the kid found it hard to listen when all he wanted to do was bite and whatever else that was going on in his head. But hearing and registering what was being said was the first step. They could work on it.
He kept circling, waiting. Breathing evenly.
His words seemed to sink in as the bison became a viper. Cool and calculating. He liked the way he watched his target, judging and gauging.
The execution was a bit messy but that could be honed in when hunting and more spars.
He grinned and was indeed almost caught off guard the suddenness so he let young Xizur get his prize of a leg.
Derg cried out, half feigned and half because the kid had a hell of a bite.
His ears tipped back as he lifted up his paw, giving it a firm shake with a well-placed snap by the ear of his assailant. He suspected he'd easily let go, seeing as he cowered earlier. Though now he had a bite, perhaps he'd hold on.
And he did. He dropped off easily and Derg gave him soft parise and told him to go be nice to his sister. Then, he was off again, doing a patrol.