Pride glanced at Mischief, considering Jenani's words. "I think you may be right," he agreed; Mischief wasn't exactly a fearful creature even on her own, but their link had only made her less flighty.

He nodded along, too, as Jenani spoke of different ways to use the same magic. And he'd been about to interject, to clarify what he knew of fire or water, when they made their joke about their own impatience. It surprised him, that sudden humor--caught him off-guard, and he laughed: a short bark of amusement that he stifled with a snort. "It does take practice," he agreed, amused.

Ears cupped forward, his eyes trained attentively on them as they explained a little about their magic. It sounded like stone magic, to Pride; he had similar abilities, to shatter the earth and the like, but it seemed rude to always say "ah yes, I can do that too" instead of continuing the conversation. He nodded along, instead, and offered a "I'm familiar, I think. There's a lot of things that I've seen done with such magic. Forming stone, lifting it into a storm of sharp material in the air. This, too--let's see if it listens to me," he added, with self-deprecating humor.

He nudged the earth before his folded knees, willing magicka into the rock below--and a moment later the soil shifted. A bit of brown stone pushed up from beneath, and Pride focused on fully forming it. It wasn't... perfect, but it was pretty: a rich brown tourmaline, shaped rather lopsidedly into something at least resembling a little wolverine.

He knocked it toward Jenani with his snout. "You can make them in different colors and shapes," he explained. "I've made myself some armor, this way. Err--it's a little lopsided, but you can keep it, if you like," he added, eyes crinkled in a smile.

"That type of magic can be quite strong, though, with practice. I've seen holes opened that could swallow me alive."