This is not the sort of thing Lauralae had imagined for herself when she had first stumbled onto this strange training session, but it is something that might well prove interesting. Moving forward, she flicks her fingers - Rav'ahm flies high into one of the nearby trees, her hands lifting as she places her bag to hang there under his watchful gaze. Only then does she turn back to Shishi and Shura, nodding her head.

"As you wish." She begins to walk forward, but as she does her form changes. The small elf instead becomes a black wolf, eyes wide and alert as it walks up to the lion, unafraid, and howls. That, she thinks, ought to be enough of a distraction.