Seaside Moors Getting lost on purpose

The dull yellow that stared back at the boy, unmoving, stone-cold, glistened a bit at the mention of desiring to learn, to fight. Rusalka needed that, he knew they did. Though he was divided with the opportunity to teach one for the sake of bettering the pack, he was torn with the thought that the boy would one day use this against the teacher... old thoughts from an old life he supposed, it was hard to ignore.

With a nod he agreed. Squaring up to face the boy now to give him his whole attention, Show me what you know, I will teach through action. There he stood neutral, no defenses yet and wanted to observe the boy for now instead. To take in his natural instincts as well as what he might have been taught already that could change those instincts for the better or worse in battle... Carefully the honey eye studied the young Rusalkan.