Laios sits fully at attention, oddly composed despite the rush of emotions at that moment. Firepaw's offer to take him on a hunt had left him ecstatic, unable to think about much else until the time finally arrived. Despite himself, though, he knows better than to let his excitement overwhelm his movements too much, lest he make his teacher just as antsy. While definitely not the largest Pokémon here, the size difference is enough to keep him mindful, as any respectful student should be.

Containing himself is a much harder feat in this form than he first realized, however. Slowly, he feels himself start to slip, his tail twitching eagerly until Firepaw breaks the silence. He stands up almost immediately, relief washing over him.

"Right. Form," he repeats, ears flattening back as he lowers his stance. With a determined look, Laios stares off in the distance, recalling his father's prized hunting dogs at the ready. Then, he loosens just a bit, glancing at Firepaw for approval. "Something like that? Or maybe..."

He shifts a little without being told, widening his form this time. The mention of moves certainly makes his fur bristle slightly. "I keep forgetting these are Pokémon we're hunting, not just birds."