Moonspear silver silence

Jarilo was quite content. He got to make his contact, so he mouthed at her fur as much as he could and she did use this to get an edge over him soon after. He toppled with a "Oooghff," sort of noise, but didn't really fight back too dramatically as he half-listened to mama and his sister go about warrior princess and otherwise. With her on him, he tried to twist around enough to get his legs up and at her--his paws all over her the main plan. This way, he'd at least be awkward to deal with if he had to be down on the ground. "Awhhh can I be a warrior princess too??" he snickered almost like he had before, although this was more of a little insider for Wraen and that third of the cerberus.

When it pertained to him, although he was still down, he yapped up at Vela "I have!" as if there were any doubt, paired with a big toothy grin of his. He hadn't been training much with Drogon (who was far fluffier and sturdier-looking than Jarilo) but he was able to keep up with his older sisters more than ever before now--who were even more fearsome! And, he had always shadowed mama, someone more spine-chilling than the trio, all that he was able and allowed. But she did not often spar him these days. Last she had, they had always been very one-sided, and a lot of smearing him in the dirt while he desperately scraped for any grip on anything.

Now, he knew why.. and because he would have to earn the right to them back. She still taught him, it was just different now than it had been before; tougher, more practical, maybe? So.. If Vela was practicing.. and he was practicing, then the answer here was obvious. Ever so subtly, he got ready to spring at the first chance he got.