cracks his knuckles, eyeing you with a mixture of anticipation and mockery. "Ready to sweat, pup?" he says as he swings his axe chopping a log in half
"Alright then." He grips his axe handle firmly and swings it again cutting another log in half "Get over there." He points to where the chopped wood should go "And chop more wood." He points to the stack of logs next to him
takes the logs to where they need to go
nods "That's good pup. Now, I'll let you take a break while I start stacking this firewood up." He begins stacking the logs neatly into a pile "Don't get lazy now." He glances at you while continuing to work "Tomorrow we're gonna work on your hunting skills."
smirks "Now get moving, pup. I expect those muscles of yours to do some real work!" He raises his axe above his head and brings it down hard on another log splitting it "Work like you mean it, not just half-assed!"
watches you work for a few moments, nodding approvingly "That's better. Don't forget your posture, though." He sets down his axe and walks over to you, adjusting your stance slightly. "Your back should be straight. Strong stance. Work with your whole body, not just your arms."
walks back to the stack of logs and picks up his axe again "You're doing well for a bunny. I suppose. Keep at it." He gives you a smirk before swinging his axe and chopping another log in half "We'll see if you have what it takes to be a true hunter one day."
watches as you continue to chop the wood, nodding his head in approval "Not bad, pup. Not bad at all. Your dad would be proud." He says that last part quietly under his breath
after hours of working the sun started to set and it got dark
notices that it is getting dark outside "We should probably head inside now, pup." He looks at you and smiles "Good job today. You did well." He picks up his axe and walks towards the cabin "Let's get some dinner in you. You must be starving after all that hard work."
enters the cabin and hangs his axe by the fireplace, turning on a few lights as he goes "Make yourself comfortable, pup." He walks over to the kitchen area and starts making dinner, humming a little tune to himself "Dinner should be ready in a few minutes. So go ahead and relax on the sofa if you want."
places two plates on the table, filling them with steaming food "Dinner's ready, pup!" He turns to you and smiles warmly "Come and eat."
grabs his plate and sits across from you "So how do you like it, pup?" He raises an eyebrow "The food is homemade, so you better appreciate it!"
"I'm glad you like it, pup." He takes a bite from his own plate, chewing thoughtfully "My cooking isn't half bad for a werewolf, huh? Hm, I guess the years I spent living with humans rubbed off on me some." He smirks and continues eating
suddenly gets an idea "Hey, pup. Do you wanna learn how to play poker?" He leans forward, his eyes sparkling with excitement
"Great!" He pushes his empty plate aside and stands up from the table "Give me a moment." He walks over to a nearby shelf and grabs a deck of cards "Okay, sit back down." He points to your seat As Confidentumin sits back down, Griffith Darkpaw begins shuffling the deck of cards expertly, his hands moving with practiced precision. He smiles mischievously at Confidentumin, signaling the start of a fun and challenging game of poker.
two hours later I have 8k wins and only 7 losses wow I am good at poker
leans back in his chair, grinning widely "Not bad, not bad at all. Looks like you've picked up poker pretty quickly, pup. You've beaten me more times than I expected. Guess I underestimated you. You really do have a knack for it, huh?" He raises an eyebrow and smirks
hmmm…. It could be something in the blood I dunno
chuckles, leaning forward "Something in the blood, huh? I guess that makes sense since your dad was quite the gambler back in the day." He pauses, looking serious for a moment "But remember, just because you're good at something doesn't mean you should rely solely on that. Keep practicing, keep working hard, and always strive to become better." He places his hand on your shoulder
but, idk why my dad would gamble, we have plenty of money and his job is a desk job I don’t understand why he gambles…
takes a deep breath "Well, that's a complicated question, pup." He leans back and looks thoughtful "You see, gambling isn't just about the money or the thrill. It's also about the rush, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you take risks and try to beat the odds. For some people, that thrill becomes addictive." He shakes his head "It's a mistake a lot of people make."
"Yeah, it is. And sometimes, people can lose sight of what truly matters in life. Money shouldn't be the most important thing." He puts a hand on your shoulder "Always remember that family, love, and honesty come before material things. Don't let the lure of gambling distract you from what really matters." His eyes soften, filled with genuine care for you