Hushed Willows sugar magnolia

The juvenile would appreciate any input he could get, and from his father no less. It didn't need to be vast, nor detailed. He took the words in carefully and nodded his head, slow, steady, and took a while before he had his reply ready. "Yeah?" he nudged quietly. A natural skill? Sometimes he was hopeful for himself. But he was still easily discouraged. "That's.. what I thought. It's what I want it for.." The usefulness to the greater good and to ensure his own survival even when matters went bleak -- and therefore, by extension, his family and pack most of all. He just liked that. Who wouldn't? "Plus I like it. I want to.. get better, learn more.. you know," he spoke more quietly, assuming he would get his gist.