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She made another face briefly as Mother jibed her about only those in need of special help needing lessons all to themselves. Obviously Arbiter had never had to cope with the likes of those two brothers of Brou's interfering and obfuscating what this girl was convinced really oughta be much better puppy lessons otherwise!

Meantime, Brou's skeptically-furrowed brow smoothed out as the magical words guarding and hunting were uttered. Now, surely these were the sorts of things that couldn't be taught just by yapping at a pup! These sounded very promising indeed. ...Although the quite vague addendum of being useful still made her a bit suspicious, her expression opened up and her tail began to fan the air optimistically as her eyes glued themselves attentively to Sarah's face. She returned her aunt's smile with an eager toothy grin of her own. Unlike Mother, perhaps this other wolf might be more sympathetic and open to excluding those boys that had been such a thorn in Brou's side for as long as she could remember. (Perhaps more literally in the case of toothsome Pike, but Spook was an annoying lodestone in his own right more often than not if you asked Brou, here. Especially when it came to lessons requiring bravery and initiative, which Brou instantly decided must surely be the case with these oh-so-promising tantalizing offers from Aunt Sarah.) Yeah, Mother's been teachin' us to track, said an electrified Brou, though she hastened to add: though I'm bestest at it of course. Wasn't like Pike or Spook was near enough to contradict her, after all. ...And besides, she didn't think Arbiter would meanly quash her admittedly-somewhat-exaggerated dreams of greatness, either, but she couldn't stop the smallest flicker of her eyes in Mother's direction trying to be sure. Just how much could she get away with, here? It seemed like an excellent opportunity with her brothers so thoroughly distracted over there, but Brouhaha would have to see how all this went over. She thought perhaps she'd hit upon a solution when she ventured with further braggadoccio: I don' need no extra-special help, and Mother knows that! If anything it's my brothers 'oo need it, Aunserrah... maybe they should have their own lessons separate, extra-special! Just to help 'em catch up, she added quickly with the most winning smile and jaunty wag of a tail that she could muster. I wouldn' wanna deprive 'em or anything, after all...

Would it be enough for Auntie Sarah here to buy it, though? And would Arbiter let her get away with it? Her mother had frequently given her a rather long leash to hang herself with in many ways, but in some ways Brou still was testing the waters, here. She batted her eyes at Sarah in a fashion she hoped made her look more innocent before pinning the lady with a more-fixed beseeching look.