Eihmo'tei did not lead the children too far from the rest. They were well within sight, so everyone could keep an eye on everyone. Kit was resting, so Eihmo'tei had to rely on himself alone to get any messages across. The lesson was a physical one, and would not require much in-depth explanation.
In the near distance, there was a mound of soft dirt. It was a perfect target, since it would not mess up the wooden point too much. He pointed to it with his clawed finger.
"There! Watch."
Looking at his two students, he pointed to his eye, then to the spear. Readying his grip, he let the crude spear fly. The tails did their job, and the sharp stick stuck into the loose dirt, true to its mark. Taking up a second one, the Zerdani slowly mimicked the throwing motion, showing the other two how exactly what to do.
