Blackfoot Forest Here I am, I've come so far.

The beast shared that he'd never taught anyone before, which was something of a disappointment yet made his heart thrum faster with excitement. No experience in teaching meant his lessons could very easily flop, and Venamis had never been a fan of being used as some sort of Guinea pig. The whole idea sounded messy with plenty of room for error, but he felt willing to risk it.

A prickle at his withers then, as he considered it: standing there, slick with the vivid crimson of his enemy's blood, hovering over to observe that delightful final breath leave their lungs. It trailed along the length of his spine, dissipating at the very tip of his dense raven tail. "My name is Venamis," he tacked on, an afterthought, obsidian ears pricked forward in a hunger to hear the name of his new mentor.