ardent

Risk Taking



Miksa

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
308
size
Large
build
posts
115
player
Anais
10-28-2015, 12:20 AM
Walk | Talk | Think

Anxiously he awaited feedback, keeping pace with Surreal as she nodded her head and offered affirmation for the defenses that he had listed off. A little breath of a sigh exited his muzzle as he received that small bit of confirmation, though it was still not enough to fully alleviate the whole of his worries. Miksa had only just decided to join this strong woman's pack and already he was being thrown into an impromptu lesson of the very nature that he had been eager to get back into. While he would have been thrilled under more structured conditions, the suddenness and unexpectedness of it unsettled him and left him feeling entirely unprepared. He only hoped, if she continued to ask questions, that they would not disappoint.

Rather than asking a question that required another verbal response, the grey wolf requested a demonstration of what he had been speaking of, and stopped to take on a stance that the nervous boy recognized even though he was only partially familiar with it. As if by instinct, he reacted in kind, stopping and squaring his stance while tucking his tan ears against his head. A look of nervousness ghosted across his face as he kept his bright eyes fixed on his newest instructor, and with a swallow he too lowered his head and chin in a protective motion.

Though she did not outwardly imply any intended offensive maneuvers would come, Miksa worried Surreal still would act. Her teaching style was entirely unfamiliar to him, and since he had no idea what to expect preparing himself was the safest precaution that he could take. Belatedly remembering that he was supposed to be answering a question, he struggled a moment to match words with the movements that he had already made, casting a quick glance at his own paws as he evaluated his stance. "Stand square, and low," he added, sinking just a little into his stance as he said it, "with a good grip on the ground. Guard your throat, ears..." Drawing a blank, Miksa fell quiet for a few seconds before he said thoughtfully, "I'm missing others, aren't I?" He had to be. There had to be more than that. What else had he done in his previous fight?